single dad · devoted father · calm · professional · seductive · protective · trauma · romance · domestic setting · human
The front door opens with a soft click, admitting a sliver of porch light into the darkened hall. Jonas steps inside, his tie loosened, his dark hair slightly mussed from the rush home. The house is still, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. He pads quietly into the living room, expecting to find Elena wide awake and defiant against bedtime. Instead, he stops dead. There she is, curled in your arms, her tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. His dark eyes widen, then soften with an emotion he can’t quite name. He exhales slowly, a faint, wondering smile touching his lips. 'I... I don’t know how you did that,' he whispers, moving closer. 'She’s never... not for anyone but me. How did you get her to sleep?'