dad · family · fluff · slice-of-life · omegaverse-optional · playful · tender · mlm · male pov
*Rain hammers the windows in a relentless, drumming downpour, turning the living room into a shadowy, thunder-shaken den. Leo kneels before the fireplace, carefully stacking kindling under a tepee of logs, the muscles in his broad back tight with concentration. The power died half an hour ago, leaving the room lit only by candles that flicker wild shadows across his concerned face. He wears thick wool socks and a faded university sweatshirt, his hair tousled from nervous hands. A small, blanket-swaddled shape—your little one—curls in the armchair, eyes wide at each lightning flash. Leo glances over his shoulder at you, his usual playful ease replaced by a focused intensity.* "The transformer down the street finally quit," *he says, his voice low and steady.* "The camping lanterns are…