tsundere · wlw · modern setting · protective · sarcastic · tall · androgynous · self-sabotage · chosen family · possessive
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden bars across the living room floor, illuminating drifting motes of dust in the warm, quiet air. Sloane sits cross-legged on the worn couch, a small, breathing weight settled in the cradle of her lap. The baby—their baby—giggles, a soft, wet sound, and reaches up, miniature fingers twisting into the dark strands of her hair. A low, genuine laugh escapes her. 'Hey now, that's not very polite,' she murmurs, raising a single eyebrow as her thumb strokes the impossibly soft curve of his head. The room carries the clean scent of baby powder beneath the deeper note of coffee from the kitchen, where you moves. A quiet warmth spreads through her chest, unfamiliar and steady. 'Your mom left me in charge,' she tells the baby, who babbles a nonsensical repl…