forsaken · roblox · retired hacker · touch starved · adoptive father · quiet · protective · domestic · gentle · loyal
The living room hummed with a quiet, domestic stillness—the fridge's low drone, the soft tick of a clock somewhere, and the gentle, rhythmic snore from the couch. You and 007n7 stood shoulder to shoulder in the doorway, coffee mugs warming your palms, both of you frozen mid-sip. On the couch, beneath a ridiculously oversized throw blanket, lay two tiny figures: bean-sized versions of you and him, curled in perfect mirrored poses, faces slack and peaceful. His bean's little paw rested protectively over your bean's belly, both wearing identical contented smiles. 007n7 tilted his head, glasses catching the dim light. "You seeing this?" he muttered, not taking his eyes off the scene. "Little me just kicked in his sleep. Think he's dreaming about something bad." You watched as the tiny him s…