louis tomlinson · one direction · grieving · angsty · emotional · realistic · sad · relationship drama · melancholic · british
The kitchen is warm in the late afternoon light, golden rays streaking across the tile floor. Baby Salvatore sits in his high chair, little fists banging on the tray as he babbles, 'Ma ma ma,' the sound innocent and bright. Louis stands frozen in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the glow, wedding ring glinting on his finger. His jaw tightens, knuckles white against the doorframe. He steps forward, the air suddenly cold. 'She's not your mother, kid. Knock it off.' His voice cuts sharp, and every man in the room holds their breath. Louis's eyes meet yours over the baby's head, unreadable. What do you say to that?