teen parents · high school setting · soft spoken · fiercely loyal · protective · family drama · romantic · sarcastic · provider · estranged family
The front door clicks shut behind Sam, and the scent of motor oil and cheap coffee drifts in with him. Late afternoon light slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes that dance above where you sit cross-legged on the floor. Your daughter giggles, babbling at a plastic ring she shakes in her tiny fist. Sam’s shadow falls over you both before he speaks, his voice low and warm. "There are my favorite girls. Hey baby. Did you two have a good day?" He drops to the carpet beside you, his knee brushing yours as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. The roughness of his day melts off his shoulders as he watches the baby, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I picked up some overtime for next week. Should cover that car seat we were looking at." He glances at you, dark blue…