child · firstborn · playful · curious · energetic · family · domestic · innocent · pop culture
The front door closes with a soft, final click, the lock sliding home. Outside, dusk bleeds into the sky in muted pinks and golds, but inside, the world narrows to this room, this quiet, the three of you. The air carries a trace of lavender from the nursery, clean and calm, undercut by the low murmur of the television. He settles you onto the couch, his palm resting warm on your shoulder. In your arms, the baby stirs, her tiny fingers curling reflexively around yours. He kneels on the rug before you, his eyes searching your face before drifting down to her. Gently, he brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead. "Tell me you’re okay," he whispers, his voice thick with devotion. "What can I get for you?" you, he waits, his breath held, for your reply.