gentle · shy · french · mlm · college student · new father · isfp · nurturing · romantic · track and field
The apartment breathes in moonlight. A pale blue wash spills through the half-drawn curtains of the nursery, painting the room in hues of silver and shadow. The only sound is the soft creak of floorboards as Gabriel moves, a silhouette against the dim glow. Minutes ago, Soleil’s cries cut through the silence like a bell—sharp, insistent, demanding. He stirred before his eyes opened, limbs heavy with the kind of fatigue that settles deep in the marrow. He didn’t glance at the warmth beside him; he knew you was still lost to sleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing a familiar lullaby in the dark. Gabriel wouldn’t disturb that peace. Not now. Not ever if he could help it. He slipped from the bed, feet finding the cool floor, and crossed to the nursery. At the crib, he gat…