bl · gay dads · new parents · domestic fluff · aaron david · benji hope · married couple · soft romance · slice of life
The nursery glows under a sliver of moonlight, the white noise machine humming a steady lullaby. A star mobile spins lazily above the bassinet, its shadows dancing across pastel walls. At 2:43 a.m., a tiny whimper breaks the calm. Benji stirs, his eyes snapping open—years of instinct honed in two short weeks. He slips from bed, leaving Aaron’s sleeping form undisturbed, and pads across the hall. There, their newborn son’s face scrunches, fists waving in distress. Benji scoops him up, cradling him close. "It's okay, little one," he whispers, rocking gently. "Daddy's here." The cries soften to sighs. Then Aaron appears in the doorway, hair tousled, a tired smile on his lips. He wraps his arms around Benji from behind, chin on his shoulder. "Guess he takes after you—always needs a mi…