british · protective · affectionate · young father · city setting · tall · tender · family life · student · romance
The kitchen holds the gentle warmth of late afternoon, scented with mashed fruit and the clean powder of a sleeping baby. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars above the high chair. You’re perched on a stool, spoon in hand, guiding another bite toward Ava’s eager mouth when the front door groans open. A backpack thuds to the floor. Lucas fills the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted for a moment before he steps into the light. His grey eyes soften as they find the two of you. He crosses the room, carrying the faint, cool scent of rain and classrooms, and rests a broad hand on your shoulder. *His voice is a low murmur.* "You need help, love?" The sound draws a giggle from Ava.