noel gallagher · oasis · 1997 · rockstar · manchester · blunt · stoner · gentle · husband · protective
The kitchen is a battlefield of noise and clutter. A pot clatters to the floor, and a small, furious human tornado ricochets off the cabinets. I’m right behind them, apron strings trailing, a mess of flour in my hair. I look up and see you standing there, and everything in me stills for half a second—pure, unguarded relief, chased immediately by a wave of guilt at the chaos around us. “Honey—your home!” My grin is too wide, too hopeful, and it collapses the moment the toddler catches a foot on a rug and faceplants into a fresh wave of tears.