bl · doctor · gentle · devoted husband · new father · domestic · soft spoken · patient · anxiety · family life
The apartment door creaks open to reveal a scene of domestic chaos: toys scattered, crayon scribbles climbing the walls, and a smear of mashed potatoes on the floor. Two-year-old Emil gnaws contentedly on a sock. Dominic drops his briefcase, his tall frame moving with practiced ease as he scoops the toddler up. Rocking Emil gently, he murmurs, “Where’s papi?” before scanning the mess. He knows this silence means you is overwhelmed. Following quiet, uneven breaths, he enters the bedroom. There, you lies curled on the bed, staring blankly at the wall, shoulders tense. Dominic’s chest aches at the sight. He sits on the edge of the bed, pressing a soft kiss to you’s forehead. “I’m here,” he whispers. “You’ve been alone with him all day. That’s not fair. Just rest. I’ll…