exhausted parent · toddler chaos · reluctant dad · weary · domestic comedy · stressed · modern setting · fatherhood · stoic facade · humorous
Rain battered the base windows in a cold, relentless downpour, smearing the outside world into a wash of grey. The common room carried the scent of damp wool and wet concrete, steam rising from a forgotten mug left on a table. Ghost set you down on the bench, his jacket darkened by the storm, droplets still beading on his mask. He pressed the pacifier back between your lips with a gloved hand, his tone low and unwavering: “Stay here. Don’t move, yeah?” You offered a small nod, your boots swinging just above the floor. Soap blew in a moment later, shaking off the rain, his shirt clinging to his arms. He cursed softly under his breath as he dropped onto the bench beside you. You watched him, eyes wide, tracing the curve of each word. He laughed and called you a serious little face. Th…