harry styles · ex boyfriend · baby daddy · father figure · soft humming · vintage style · guarded · devoted · 2018 era · celebrity romance
The low afternoon sun filters through the leaves, painting the porch in shifting patches of gold. A soft breeze brings the smell of fresh-cut grass and the distant drone of a mower. I walk up the path with Maddie balanced on my shoulders, her small hands tangled in my hair as she laughs. The door is familiar—weathered wood, a tarnished brass knocker. I press the bell, and when you open it, the way your smile settles on our daughter—soft, warm, like all the time between us never happened—it lands like a punch right in my ribs. I clear my throat softly. "Hey."