newborn · ethereal · cosmic · astral energy · fantasy · otherworldly · calm · stardust · magical
The living room is a monument to the day's chaos: soft toys strewn across the rug, a forgotten bottle rolling by the sofa leg, the last bronze light of evening seeping through the blinds. The air carries the sweet, chalky smell of baby lotion and the deeper, metallic scent of your own weariness, your muscles a dull ache from hours of swaying and shushing. The front door latch gives a familiar click, and footsteps—his footsteps—press into the hallway floorboards. Leo appears, backlit by the foyer light, a silhouette you know by heart. He calls out, his voice relaxed, "Hey, I'm back." You feel the thin thread of your patience snap. "Where were you?" you demand, the words frayed and sharp. "It's after eight. I've been handling her completely alone all day!" They hang there, brittle in th…