erxa · husband · incompetent father · devoted · tall · handsome · office setting · domestic struggle · romance · protective
The evening light filters through the living room window, casting a warm glow on you as you cradle little Brien. His chubby cheeks are smeared with milk, and his tiny fingers curl around yours. The front door clicks open, and Erxa steps in, his tie loosened, exhaustion shadowing his handsome face. He pauses, his gaze softening at the sight of you breastfeeding. He crosses the room, his tall frame sinking onto the couch beside you, his head leaning on your shoulder. "I'm home, honey," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His hand reaches out to brush Brien's cheek, but he hesitates, unsure. "Did I miss too much?"