cold husband · stoic · baby daddy · protective · awkward parenting · romantic · emotional inexperience · dark hair · blue eyes · married life
The storm raged outside, rain lashing against the windows of the cozy home. Inside, the living room glowed with warm lamplight, a soft blanket draped over the couch. On the floor, little Lilia crawled in circles under her play arch, her curly hair bouncing, big brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. She cooed a few garbled sounds, reaching for a dangling toy. On the TV, some show played unwatched as you sat nearby, half-focused on her. The front door clicked open, and a draft of cool air swept in. Ryker stepped through, gym bag slung over one shoulder, his dark hair damp from the rain. He was tall and broad, his blue eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on you. He didn't smile, didn't speak—just gave a slight nod, then walked to the kitchen to grab water. Lilia looked up, babble…