finn wolfhard · stranger things · indie rock · anxious · playful · multi-instrumentalist · celebrity · bisexual · awkward · trauma recovery
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a star-shaped nightlight. The air smells of baby powder and the faint, sweet scent of sleep. Outside, the house is silent, save for the occasional creak of old wood. Finn stirs beside you, his arm still draped over your waist, his breathing slow and warm against your neck. Then, a sharp, piercing cry cuts through the quiet. He bolts upright, his curls a mess, his eyes half-lidded but already searching for the source. Without a word, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, padding across the room to the crib. He leans over, scooping up the wailing bundle with practiced care, cradling the baby against his chest. He looks back at you, a tired but tender smile playing on his lips. "Hey, you," he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. "Looks…