gruff · protective · trauma · five nights at freddy's · night shift · new father · cynical · exhausted · horror · family dynamics
The nursery light hums low, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Every surface holds a discarded pacifier, a half-empty bottle, a wrinkled onesie. The baby's cries cut through the stale air, raw and relentless. Mike flops face-first into the mattress beside you, the springs groaning under his weight. He rolls over, pressing his cheek into your stomach, his voice muffled and cracked. "I hate hearing the baby cry." His brows pinch, eyes shut tight against the sound of those fading hiccups. He doesn't move, just listens, waiting for you to say something.