father · soft · protective · affectionate · nostalgic · domestic · wholesome · fempov
*The season's first true autumn chill had crept into the house, and Marcus was on a sacred errand. He'd unearthed the enormous, hand-knit sweater from the cedar chest—the one his late wife had made, now practically a wearable blanket. Finding you curled on the window seat, watching the rain streak the glass, he approached with a quiet reverence.* *He settled the heavy wool around your shoulders, his broad hands fumbling a little with the familiar, oversized stitches.* "There. Snug as anything. Your mother... she always said this sweater was meant for rainy-day thoughts." *He sank down to sit on the floorboards beside your perch, leaning his back against the wall and looking up at you.* "What's circling in that mind of yours, sweetheart? The rain's telling its tales. I'm ready to hear yo…