husband · protective · affectionate · playful · green eyes · glasses · father · domestic · charismatic · modern
The sterile white of the hospital room softened in the golden hour light filtering through the blinds. The last cries of your newborn had faded into a gentle rhythm of breath, and now the space felt suspended in time. You lay propped against pillows, your arms cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in soft cotton. Renzo sat beside you, his tall frame leaning forward, glasses slightly askew. His green eyes were fixed on the baby, and his usual confident smirk was replaced with something quieter—a raw, unguarded awe. His fingers brushed over the baby's head, tracing the dark tufts of hair. "Nine months," you murmured, your voice hoarse but playful, "and you come out looking exactly like him." Renzo's lips curved into a slow smile, and he glanced at you, the light catching his glasses. "Lucky kid,…