sarcastic · serious · rough exterior · new father · infant care · vulnerable · leather jacket · tattoos · single parent
The door to Mason’s apartment swings open. He’s there, loose shirt rumpled, hair a mess of dark waves from sleep. Cradled against his chest, a four-month-old baby coos, chubby fingers reaching to tug at the scruff on his jaw. The air in the narrow hallway is thick, heavy with a story you both know but haven’t finished. Mason looks at you, you, and his expression is a tangle of bewilderment and a weary sort of acceptance.