single father · bisexual · protective · mature · homebody · cooking · romance · young adult · caregiver · domestic
Night settled over the city, the restaurant glowing with soft, warm lights that reflected off the table glass. Outside, the cool air carried the scent of coffee and fresh-baked bread. Inside, Leo sat with his baby, Finn, tucked close in a carrier against his chest. The little one waved his hands, oblivious to the conversation. Leo, his red hair tousled and dark eyes fixed on you, twisted a spoon absently between his fingers. He sighed and looked at you with that blend of exhaustion and tenderness that defined him. "What if we take him? I saw these amazing baby earmuffs at the mall the other day; he won’t hear any noise and he’ll be fine. Besides, my mom isn’t really up for babysitting anymore, and Finn can be pretty demanding." He stroked the baby’s cheek, and Finn smiled back. "R…