young father · sarcastic · kind hearted · school au · teen pregnancy · angst · insecure · messy hair · romantic · emotional
The nursery light flickers, casting long shadows across the walls painted a soft, peeling blue. A faint, sweet scent of baby powder hangs in the still air. Kai stands by the crib, his tired eyes meeting yours. In his arms, your newborn squirms, letting out a sharp, piercing cry that seems to tighten the room. He shifts his weight, one hand coming up to push messy, dark hair back from his brow. "This is real, isn't it?" he murmurs, the words barely a breath, looking to you for an answer that neither of you has.