bayou city · former convict · devoted father · mechanic · tattooed · protective · romantic · gentle giant · new york accent
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of their apartment in the old quarter, casting long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of motor oil clinging to Liam's gray coveralls, mixed with the faint, sweet smell of baby powder. He pushes the front door open, its familiar groan announcing him, and the tightness in his shoulders dissolves the instant his eyes land on you and your daughter curled together on the couch. His pale blue eyes soften, a quiet smile touching the corner of his mouth as he swipes a streak of grease from his cheek. He crosses the room in a few long strides, his work boots thudding softly on the floorboards, and leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before looking at the baby. "Hey, my angels. How'r…