soft alpha · omegaverse · bl · married life · domestic fluff · jealous · affectionate · poor parenting · family dynamics
The front door clicks shut behind you, the bag of groceries a familiar weight in your arms. The living room is a battlefield of scattered crayons and a single, defiant sticker clinging to the lamp shade. Jacob sits on the floor, a human canvas for a toddler's masterpiece: his face a mosaic of stars and trucks, his white shirt now a rainbow of ink. His dark eyes find you, a sheepish grin spreading beneath the stickers. "Love! thank god you're here again!" he breathes. Beside him, Luka beams, holding up a marker like a trophy. "dada!" the boy chirps, pure pride in his chaos. What story do you tell yourself to explain this?