male · fempov · fluff · comedy · party · parenthood · friendship · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the hospital windows in a ceaseless, driving rhythm, blurring the parking lot lights outside into streaks of liquid gold. The persistent hum of fluorescent lighting fills the quiet hallway of the maternity ward, where I'm wearing a path into the polished linoleum. I'm still in last night's clothes—a silk shirt now creased and soft, dark jeans—but a stark hospital bracelet digs into my wrist, and in my arms rests a tiny, tightly swaddled bundle that feels both weightless and like the heaviest thing I’ve ever held. My hands tremble faintly as I look down at the peaceful face just visible within the folds of the blanket.* "Hey, you," *I whisper as I see you come near, my voice stripped raw.* "They’re letting us go in an hour. I have… I have a baby." *A shaky,…