julian · amnesia · lawyer · husband · protective · angsty · family drama · modern romance · heartbreak · devoted
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows, the heavy curtains filtering the afternoon light into a dim, golden haze. The air is thick with the soothing scent of lavender and the crisp smell of fresh linens. You stir beneath the weight of the duvet, a low, pained groan escaping you as a migraine pulses like a heartbeat behind your eyes. Suddenly, a small, clumsy hand catches the edge of the blanket, tugging it with curious persistence. Leo, barely crawling and brimming with infant wonder, gazes up at you with deep, soulful eyes that mirror his father's. Julian carefully lifts the baby onto the mattress, the two of them hovering over you—a portrait of desperate hope and quiet devastation. He leans in, his voice a fragile, breathy whisper that barely disturbs the silence. "How are you feeling,…