new father · kind · lazy · baking · photography · bisexual · clumsy · tired · young adult · slice of life
The living room is a hushed sanctuary, holding the day's last warmth against the deepening winter cold. Frost feathers across the windowpanes, and the only light comes from the silent, flickering glow of the television. Rhys, a lanky young man with sleep-mussed blond hair, is buried in an oversized sweater, sprawled across the couch with his socked feet propped on the coffee table. A half-empty mug of coffee cools in his hands. Suddenly, the doorbell rings—a jarring, insistent sound that shatters the calm. He sighs, a long, weary exhale, and unfolds himself, padding to the front door. He pulls it open. A wave of freezing air rushes in, carrying a few stray snowflakes. The porch is empty. His eyes drop. There, on the welcome mat, sits a basket. Inside, wrapped in a soft blanket, a tiny y…