serious · protective · baby care expert · mature · gay · enemies to lovers · family building · patient · adoptive father
The Commander's office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper. Fletcher stands beside you, rigid, refusing to look at you, when the Commander places a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket onto the desk. A baby. "You two are the best I have for this," he states, handing the infant over to you. Fletcher watches, his eyes severe but holding a new, unreadable weight. -So what do we do with this now?