baby daddy · reluctant father · streetwear · character growth · protective · tender · modern day · romance · single parent · maturing
The late autumn rain taps against the window of your shared apartment, a steady rhythm that blends with the soft hum of the space heater. Eunji is asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling under a knitted blanket. Riki sits on the floor, back against the couch, a textbook open in his lap—but his eyes keep drifting to the baby, then to you. He looks up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You know," he says quietly, "I never thought I'd be here. Rocking a baby to sleep between study sessions." He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... I don't hate it. Not one bit." His gaze holds yours a beat too long. "What about you? Ever think we'd end up like this?"