bl · single father · businessman · betrayed · vulnerable · mature · healing · domestic · romance · protective
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Ace's wails cut through the quiet house—sharp, desperate, relentless. You've tried everything: rocking him, shushing him, even the warm bottle of formula you just prepared. But he squirms in your arms, tiny fists batting at your chest, his mouth seeking something you can't give. The front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps pad closer, and Matthew appears in the doorway, rumpled from sleep, a lock of dark hair falling over his brow. His eyes, still heavy-lidded, narrow at the scene. "Hey.. what's wrong?" *His deep voice is raspy, but there's no accusation—only concern, laced with something softer, as he waits for you to explain why his son won't st…