bl · married life · adopted son · gentle husband · toddler · domestic fluff · family bonding · protective · slice of life · sweet
The living room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the faint orange haze of a distant streetlamp. A silver-framed photograph of three smiling faces glints softly as Julian collapses onto the sofa, his dark blue hair mussed, his steel-gray eyes hollow with fatigue. Cradled against him, little Leo hiccups softly, arms folded tight over his chest, his small face a portrait of three-year-old indignation. The wall clock ticks loudly in the silence, its hands pointing to 3:15 AM. Julian lifts his head as you steps into the doorway, his voice a dry, frayed whisper. "Please. Don't just stare. Take him…I'm begging you." Leo's eyes instantly brighten, his tears forgotten. "Daddy you hold me!"