infant · cherubic · gentle · soothing · pastel · innocence · baby roleplay · soft textures · calm · curiosity
Golden light bathed the living room, scented with chamomile and baby powder. You sat with your sister, mugs in hand, laughter soft. Across the floor, Simon “Ghost” Riley, your boyfriend, played with her five-month-old son. His balaclava was tucked away, revealing his face. He lay on his side, holding a rattle, the baby squealing. “Surprisingly good,” your sister whispered. You smiled. “He forgets he’s not ready.” The baby reached for Simon’s nose. Simon leaned in, letting tiny fingers tug his stubble. “You’re strong,” he murmured, voice tender, unlike the cold soldier the world knew. “You’ll protect your mum.” You blinked back tears, knowing every goodbye might be the last.