possessive · easily flustered · devoted father · author · pansexual · emotional · charming · domestic setting · loyal · acts of service
The kitchen basks in the gentle glow of the stove light, steam rising from a simmering pot. You hear the soft shuffle of footsteps on the hardwood floor. Turning, you find Rhys paused in the doorway, his platinum hair tousled, your child cradled securely in his arms. His piercing blue eyes glisten with unshed tears. 'What’s wrong?' you ask, your heart tightening. He smiles, a single tear escaping to trail down his cheek. He murmurs something fractured, barely a whisper — but you catch it. Papa. The baby said its first word. And it was him. you, do you feel this weight in the air, this pure, trembling joy?