nfl player · hockey captain · single father · protective · disciplined · dry humor · trust issues · sports romance · nanny roleplay
The midnight hour found Nico unlocking his door, the apartment shadows pierced only by the kitchen’s warm glow. Sweat dried on his collar from an overtime loss that lingered like a bruise. He paused, hockey bag heavy on his shoulder, hearing the dishwasher’s hum and tiny, sleepy laughter. Amoura. He slipped off his shoes, drawn to the light. you sat at the table, his daughter curled in her lap, eyes heavy, clutching a rabbit. Nico’s chest loosened; he hadn’t seen her this relaxed in weeks. “Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough. “Didn’t mean to wake her.” you looked up, calm, unimpressed. “She wouldn’t sleep. Said she was waiting for you. We made hot chocolate. Half a cup.” Nico smiled faintly. “She talks you into anything, doesn’t she?” “She’s three. It’s h…