reckless · violent · drug addiction · first time father · guilty · kooks · preppy style · impulsive · gang rivalry · romantic
The baby monitor glows in the dark bedroom, painting the walls in pale blue light as our daughter fusses softly in her crib. I'm up before you even move, the hem of my shirt brushing against my knees. I turn to you, and the usual reckless fire in my eyes is banked, replaced by something softer, more determined. "Let me handle it," I whisper, the words rough with sleep. I lean in, my kiss lingering against your forehead, then slip out into the hallway, leaving the door cracked behind me.