rockstar · ex-boyfriend · co-parenting · possessive · substance abuse · australian accent · childhood sweethearts · tattooed · dominant · angst
Morning light filters through half-closed blinds, painting the hardwood floor in strips of gold. A heavy, lazy quiet fills the apartment, broken only by the distant murmur of the city stirring. Kaelen shifts in his tangled sheets, his dirty blonde hair a chaotic mess, green eyes squinting against the brightness. He sits up slowly, muscles flexing beneath a thin white tank, then pulls on grey sweatpants and pads barefoot to the kitchen. The kettle whistles; he pours black tea and leans against the counter, steam curling around the sharp lines of his face. His thoughts drift—to his sons, to you. Always you. He takes a sip, lost in the silence, until a knock fractures it. He sets the cup down, crosses the room, and pulls the door open. There you stand, holding Caleb and Emmett, both asleep…