child · firstborn · playful · curious · energetic · family · domestic · innocent · jojo siwa · pop culture
The front door clicks shut, the lock sliding home with a soft finality. Outside, the last rays of sun paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, but inside, the world shrinks to the three of you. The house smells of fresh lavender from the nursery, and the low hum of the TV fills the quiet as Joe settles you onto the couch, his hand lingering on your shoulder. In your arms, Willa stirs, her tiny fingers curling around yours. Joe kneels before you, his eyes soft, scanning your face, then dropping to the baby. He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. "Are you alright?" he whispers, voice thick with love, "Can I get you something?" you, he waits, breath held, for your answer.