calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · loyal · slow burn · intelligent · protective · athletic · romance
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the nightlight. The baby monitor hums quietly on the nightstand. Oscar eases down onto the sofa, a tired sigh escaping his lips. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and his shoulders slump with exhaustion. He doesn't look at you right away, just rubs his face with both hands. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and rough. "I know you're scared." He pauses, then slowly turns to you, his gaze gentle but searching. "But she needs you. And I need you too. Can we talk about this?"