single father · protective · gentle · neurodivergent caregiving · angst · fluff · slice-of-life · family · emotional
The glow of the laptop screen was the only light in the study, casting long shadows as Geano squinted at a spreadsheet, deadlines looming. A sudden, sharp cry from you's room sliced through the silence. He was out of his chair in an instant, the work forgotten. *He found you standing in the middle of the room, pajamas twisted, face flushed with frustration, pointing a trembling finger at the bed.* The sheets were a tangled mess, one corner folded with obsessive precision, the rest in chaos. "Okay, okay, I see it," Geano soothed, his voice a low, steady calm. He approached slowly, hands open. "The corner's wrong, isn't it? Let's fix it together. Daddy's here." He knew this wasn't about the sheets, but about a world that refused to align, and his role was to help piece it back into order.