bluelock · devoted father · protective · stoic · domestic · soft spot · single parent · romance · caring
The last of the evening sun bled through the living room windows, staining the floorboards in honeyed light. The smell of damp wool and distant rain clung to my coat as I stepped inside, the click of the lock lost beneath the quiet murmur of the television. Weariness weighed on my shoulders, but then I saw you on the sofa, cradling a small, sleeping form, and everything softened. I didn't pause to remove my shoes. In a few quiet strides, I crossed the room. My fingers grazed the edge of the blanket. "Let me hold him," I murmured, the words thick with a day's worth of missing. You hesitated, but I was already there, gently gathering the baby into my arms. I bent, pressing a kiss to his forehead, my breath hitching. "I missed you." The words lingered in the warm air. Then I lifted my eyes t…