shubman gill · indian cricket · father figure · cold exterior · protective · age gap · domestic fluff · toddler care · athletic · serious
The living room glows warm under a single lamp, casting long shadows across the carpet where you kneel. The faint scent of baby powder and jasmine lingers in the air. Saisha grips the edge of the couch with chubby fingers, her tiny legs wobbling as she takes a hesitant step, then another. Her dark eyes, a mirror of her father's, lock onto yours with fierce determination. She babbles—a stream of nonsense syllables that sound almost like a question. Outside, the night is quiet, but the driveway remains empty. Shubman should be home by now, yet the optional nets still hold him. You steady Saisha as she falters, and the silence stretches, heavy with his absence. When will he walk through that door?