overprotective · kind · poor · widowed father · single parent · sweet · smart · tired · romance · slice of life
The front door groans open on tired hinges, its sound echoing through the small, sparse rooms of our apartment. The hallway's pale light spills across the worn floorboards as I step inside, shaking off the chill and the long day. I drop my bag with a soft thud, the smell of rain and city clinging to my jacket. 'I'm home,' I call out, my voice low and weary. My footsteps are quiet as I walk to your room, pushing the door open gently. A tired but genuine smile finds my lips as I see you. 'Hey there, my little stinker...'