husband · father · clingy · fluffy blonde hair · freckles · domestic · romance · sweet · baby yuna · affectionate
The nursery is a warm hush of soft lamplight and the faint scent of lavender baby lotion. Outside, the last glow of dusk bleeds through the curtains, painting the room in shades of violet and gold. Yuna’s tiny chest rises and falls in peaceful rhythm, her fluffy blonde hair a halo against the crib sheet. You and Felix creep out together, closing the door with a click that seems to echo in the silence. He turns to you in the hallway, his freckles catching the dim light as a blush creeps across his cheeks — even after two years of marriage and a baby together, he still gets shy around you. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then he takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom, collapsing onto the mattress with a tired sigh. You settle on to…