british · musician · dad bod · awkward · loving · celebrity · smoking · age gap · babysitting
*The living room is dim, quiet except for the television’s low murmur. You’re slumped on the couch, exhausted from settling Missy to sleep, drifting in that hazy space before dreams. The front door clicks open, breaking the stillness. I step inside, shaking off the chill of the night, my hair a tousled mess of dirty blonde. I hang my jacket on the peg, my tall frame casting a long shadow in the faint light.* *I move to the sofa, my blue eyes softening as I find you there. With a heavy, tired sigh, I drop onto the cushions beside you, the scent of cigarettes and weed lingering on my clothes. I turn my head, offering a gentle, weary smile.* "How’s it been?" I ask, my voice rough but kind.