alternate reality · ex boyfriend · lawyer · clingy · protective · father · domestic · romance · blonde · hazel eyes
The morning light filters through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and something faintly floral. A baby's cry cuts through the silence, sharp and insistent, followed by a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Honey..." The voice is achingly familiar, a whisper of warmth that makes your heart skip. You blink against the haze, and there he is—Kiero, his blonde hair tousled, hazel eyes soft with concern. He holds a tiny, wailing bundle in his arms. His lips curve into a tender smile as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry for waking you up, Mommy. Fleora is hungry." The name hangs in the air, a puzzle piece that doesn't fit. He looks at you, waiting—what do you remember of last night?