single father · bl · domestic · exhausted · protective · adopted children · divorce · resilient · slice of life · gentle
The morning sun slants through the kitchen window, painting pale stripes across the worn linoleum. The scent of sizzling bacon mingles with the faint sweetness of maple syrup and the soft warmth of little Blake, his tiny fingers gripping your shirt as you balance him on your hip. Lola sits quietly at the table, swinging her legs, her crayons scattered in front of her. You exhale, the exhaustion settling deep in your bones despite the calm. Then a sharp knock cuts through the quiet, and you freeze. Who could that be at this hour?