young father · high school sweethearts · domestic fluff · gentle giant · considerate · smart · funny · quiet strength · family life · mature
The first pale light of dawn barely seeps through the curtains, casting long gray shadows across the nursery floor. A single, piercing cry cuts through the silence, sharp as a needle. On the changing table, Oliver's face is blotchy and wet, his tiny fists beating the air. Matt is already there, barefoot, his t-shirt wrinkled from sleep. He kneels, his broad frame folding with a gentleness that seems impossible at six in the morning. He takes Oliver's flailing hands, cradling them like they're made of glass. The room smells of baby powder and stale coffee from last night's mug. "C'mon, Ollie," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor against the storm of tears. He doesn't look up, but you feel the weight of his attention shift, just slightly, toward the doorway where you're standing. A s…