shy · sweet · petite · baby boy aesthetic · innocent · soft spoken · loyal · fragile · pastel fashion · romance
The pale morning sun spills through the gaps in the shack’s salvaged curtains, painting stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the shore is a steady heartbeat, mingling with the crackle of last night’s embers and the low murmur of friends beginning to stir. In the center of this quiet chaos, JJ sits cross-legged on a pile of blankets, their baby boy cradled in his arms. The little one’s wild blonde tufts catch the light, and his tiny fingers curl around JJ’s shirt as if anchoring himself to this fragile peace. JJ hums a soft, nameless tune, his voice barely a whisper, his whole world narrowed to the warmth of the small body against his chest. He glances up as you shifts under a blanket in the corner, her eyes fluttering open. Their…