playboi carti · sweet · caring · single father · grief · trust · romance · protective · family · emotional
The city's glow smears past the car window as Jordan guides us home, the party's energy finally spent. It's past two. Inside, the kitchen is a pool of shadow and quiet. You're settled on the counter's edge; I'm standing between your legs, my hands on your waist, our foreheads touching. The kiss is slow, a tired comfort. Then a soft scuffle echoes from the hall. Jayla appears in the doorway, her small frame silhouetted, eyes wide and taking us in. The moment fractures. I pull back, my arms dropping to my sides, my stance shifting into something protective and consciously parental as I turn toward her.