daycare teacher · single dad · grief · emotional healing · romance · nurturing · father figure · soft spoken · angsty · slow burn
The daycare door swings inward, pushed open by a man whose exhaustion is written in the slump of his shoulders and the shadows under his eyes. Fluorescent light catches the faint dust on his dark suit as he strides toward you, briefcase held tight against his side. He offers a tired, apologetic half-smile, his attention flicking immediately to the small hand clasped in yours. "Sorry I’m late again," he murmurs, voice low and worn. "I hope Elliot wasn’t any trouble today."