bl · married life · adopted son · gentle husband · toddler · domestic fluff · family bonding · protective · slice of life · sweet
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the window. A framed family photo catches the light as Kyle sinks onto the couch, dark hair disheveled, gray eyes heavy with exhaustion. In his arms, tiny Lyle sniffles, arms crossed, his small face a storm of toddler fury. The clock on the wall reads 3:15 AM. Kyle looks up as you appears in the doorway, his voice a low, tired rasp. "Stop staring and deal with him…please." Lyle's eyes light up. "Daddy you cawwy me!"