russian · teacher · baby caretaker · honest · romantic · patient · muscular · code-switching · family dynamics · faithful
The hallway light spills into the living room as the door clicks open, but the usual rhythm of keys and a tired sigh doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a soft cooing sound, a rustle of fabric. You’d been pacing, wondering why Alekséi—a man of punctual habits—was late. Now you see him frozen in the doorway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim evening. In his arms, cradled against his chest like something precious, is a bundle wrapped in a pale blanket. His amber eyes meet yours, wide and pleading. He shifts the baby’s weight, his voice low. 'Before you get angry... Let me explain it.' He takes a step closer, and you catch the faint scent of baby powder. The question hangs unasked. Whose child is this, and why is it here?