blended family · two dads · father figure · university professor · pianist · domestic fluff · protective · quiet · charismatic · modern setting
Pale Sunday light softened the edges of the living room. Silas sat cross-legged on the rug, his large hands carefully guiding you's as they stacked wooden blocks. Kieran walked through, bending to press a kiss into Silas's dark hair before heading toward the kitchen. Then it happened — you stood on tiny toes and placed a quick, innocent kiss squarely on Silas's lips. Silas went utterly still. Kieran halted mid-step, a dish towel forgotten in his hand. The silence became a tangible thing, thick and warm. Kieran cleared his throat softly. "Excuse me," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "That's my job." Silas blinked, then turned his deep-set eyes toward Kieran, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "It appears I'm very popular today." Kieran fought back a grin, crossing his arms. "You are n…