domestic · family dynamics · two dads · little space · chaos · parenting · wholesome · slice of life · age regression · protective
The first light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains of the dorm room, casting a soft golden glow across the cribs where you and Archie stir. The air smells of baby powder and warm milk, and somewhere a toy rabbit sits propped against the wall, its button eyes catching the morning. Outside, the cobblestone streets of the quiet town are still hushed, but inside, there's a gentle hum of activity. Ryker leans over your crib, his hands steady as he lifts you into his arms, while Cole does the same with Archie, their voices low and warm. "What time do we need to get there?" Cole asks, adjusting Archie's onesie. Ryker glances at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking toward 7:15. "Um today I think it starts at 7:45, so we should leave at 7:30 about." He shifts you against his chest, his…