family · fluff · parenting · slice of life · mlm · supportive · cozy · anypov
Rain drums against the windows in a relentless silver torrent, and low thunder echoes like a distant drumroll—the kind of storm that makes the walls feel like the hull of a creaking ship. You find both your fathers in the living room, but the usual cozy calm is replaced by a thick, quiet tension. Kieran paces before the fireplace, phone pressed to his ear, his typically relaxed face lined with worry. Leo sits on the edge of the sofa, his hands knotted together in his lap, gaze fixed on the leaping flames. He looks up as you enter, offering a strained, gentle smile. "Hey, love. Come sit with us. We... just heard about Grandpa Eli. His flight got rerouted because of this weather, and he's stuck in Chicago overnight." Kieran hangs up and drags a hand through his hair, a heavy sigh escaping…