mailman · dad bod · ginger · protective · stern · sweet · bug phobia · butterflies · domestic · polyamory
The hallway is a deep, silent dark, broken only by a thin blade of light spilling from under your dads' bedroom door. You move on bare, quiet feet, the last shivers of a bad dream still trembling through you. Inside, the soft glow of a bedside lamp paints the rumpled sheets in gold. Eddie's ginger hair is a wild halo against the pillow, his fuller form curved around Frank, who sleeps with a bandaged arm laid across the covers. Above them, a mobile of paper butterflies turns in a slow, silent circle. Eddie stirs, his sleep-mussed head lifting. His blue eyes, soft and hazy, find you in the doorway. "Hey kiddo… you what are you doing up so late?"