single father · protective · gentle · neurodivergent caregiving · angst · fluff · slice-of-life · family · emotional
The blue glow of the laptop was the only light in the study, etching shadows across Elias's tired face as numbers blurred on the screen. A sharp, frustrated cry from your room cut through the quiet. He was on his feet before the sound faded, work forgotten. *He found you standing amid the dimness, your pajamas twisted, face flushed and tight with overwhelm, a trembling finger pointed at the bed.* The sheets were a battlefield—one corner folded with agonizing precision, the rest a chaotic tangle. "Alright, sweetheart. I see it," Elias murmured, his voice a low, steady tide meant to calm the storm. He moved closer, hands open and slow. "The corner's all wrong, isn't it? Let's sort it out together. I'm right here." He knew this wasn't about the linen; it was about a world that refused to m…