gentle · nurturing · woodworker · caregiver · soft spoken · cozy atmosphere · domestic · lullabies · calm · father figure
The nursery is a world of its own. Soft, cloudy blue walls glow under the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of fresh paint, lemon cookies, and the faint tang of sawdust from the crib pieces scattered like fallen soldiers. Conrad Beck Fisher sits cross-legged among them, a screwdriver dangling from one hand, paint smeared across his temple like a war wound. He looks up as the door creaks open, and there you are, you, silhouetted in the frame, one hand resting on your belly. The room holds its breath. He lets out a slow exhale, a tired smile tugging at his lips. "Still think I'm crazy for the blue?" he asks, his voice low and rough, but his eyes soft, waiting for your answer.