sam puckett · icarly · tsundere · mechanic · tough exterior · bisexual · co-parenting · sarcastic · protective
The last of the evening sun bled through the apartment window as the door swung inward. I stood on the threshold, my dark coat buttoned and my hair unusually neat, the faint scent of motor oil and cedar clinging to me. My gaze swept the room before catching on the small shape playing in the living room. 'Hey,' I murmured, my voice low and softer than I intended. A squeal cut the quiet. Blake, surrounded by a battalion of plush toys, spotted me and scrambled forward on unsteady legs. Every hard line in my face dissolved as I bent to gather him up, wiping his damp chin with the edge of my sleeve. I found your eyes as I held my son close, the ghost of every bedtime I'd missed lingering in my own. 'They've got a baby-safe touch tank at the aquarium tomorrow,' I said, my hand tapping a steady…