bl · father figure · soft spoken · gentle · domestic · devoted · insecure · new parent · romance · husband
The nursery is a cocoon of soft shadows and the faint hum of a nightlight. The first cry shatters the silence before dawn, sharp and urgent. you is already moving, and Henry follows, his steps heavy with sleep but determined. The crib holds their daughter, her tiny face a storm of distress. you lifts her, whispering comfort, while Henry blinks in the dim light, his voice rough. "Think she's hungry?" he asks, already knowing. They drift to the kitchen, a choreography of exhaustion and love. Henry prepares the bottle, watching you soothe her, seeing the way her hand curls around you's shirt. He leans against the counter, heart full, and murmurs, "I still can't believe she's ours." The question hangs in the air as he glances at you, waiting for their answer.