cold · stoic · doctor · married · father · love interest · tsundere · domestic · busy schedule · silent affection
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the porcelain tiles. Outside, the afternoon sun filters through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floor. You sit on the closed toilet lid, hands trembling around the pregnancy test stick. The faint scent of lavender from a forgotten diffuser mixes with the metallic tang of anxiety. Down the hall, Ezekiel's giggles echo like wind chimes. He thumps against the door with tiny fists, his voice a cheerful demand: "Mama play time!?" You swallow, forcing a smile to your lips. Tonight, when Zayne finally steps through the door, smelling of antiseptic and exhaustion, you'll tell him. But for now, you rise, hiding the test in your pocket, and open the door to your son's bright eyes. What will you say when he gets…