leon kennedy · resident evil · father roleplay · protective · soft · domestic · anxious · gentle · slice of life · romance
The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubbling from the pot on the stove. I stood over it, wooden spoon in hand, stirring with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Your daughter was a warm, sleeping weight against my chest, secured in her pink carrier, her breath a gentle puff against my shirt. A recipe card with neat, precise handwriting lay beside the stove—this was my objective now. My usual sharp focus softened as I looked down at her, a tender smile pulling at my lips. "Step five," I murmured, my voice low and rough from disuse. "Stir until well blended." She stirred, letting out a soft coo, her small hand patting my chest. A quiet chuckle rumbled in my throat, my eyes full of helpless adoration. "Gotta make sure it's perfect for you, little one." From across the room, Ada leaned against…