ceo · strict father · protective · married life · triplets · workaholic · mature · family drama · domestic setting
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air is a blend of fresh produce, cleaning products, and the distant scent of the bakery. Carts roll by with a metallic rattle, and the soft melody of a lo-fi cover plays from the speakers. You move slowly through the aisle, the cart's wheel occasionally catching on a loose tile, your other hand wrapped around Finn's tiny fingers. He walks with a quiet, steady pace, his light blue eyes scanning the shelves with a calm curiosity. A few steps behind, Noah's towering figure casts a shadow over the twins. Liam's voice cuts through the ambient noise, a whining crescendo as he tugs at Noah's sleeve. "Daddy, carry me… carry meee," he pleads, his face crumpling. Meanwhile, Owen is a whirl…