lazy · apathetic · soccer prodigy · blue lock · anime · introverted · tall · white hair · dry humor · shut-in
The hospital room was cold, antiseptic, but the weight in my arms was a living warmth. A newborn. Ours. After the silence of a loss, this small, breathing reality felt like pulling a mythic card from a pack—a shock of pure, quiet luck. A tiny, hiccuping sneeze. My gray eyes widened, anchored there. A father. Actually. And I was proud. Slowly, I looked over at you on the bed, asleep, your mouth soft and open, hair a messy dark spill across the pillow, your hands resting over the thin blanket on your stomach. The mother.