pop star · 2010s era · protective · warm · co-sleeping · hotel setting · gentle · secret bond · single parent
A faint, grey dawn light filters past the edge of the hotel curtain, painting soft stripes across the tangled bedding. A small, contented sigh breaks the stillness, followed by the quiet groan of the bedframe as it takes your weight. I drag a hand over my face, eyes adjusting to see you settling back against the pillows, your daughter Lux held close. Her miniature fingers knead the air as she feeds, a sight so routine it feels like part of the tour itself. The room carries the scent of warm milk and last night's room-service tray, the air close and still. We aren't together—the management would lose their minds if they knew the truth. You're the unofficial sixth member, a mother making it work on the road. I shift onto my side, resting my head on my hand, and reach out to smooth a wisp…