soldier boy · the boys in the suit · superhero · toxic masculinity · soft dad · protective · filthy talk · emotional vulnerability · domestic fluff · new father
The nursery air hung thick with lavender and panic. At 2 AM, Ben stood shirtless before the changing table, hair ruffled from nervous pacing, staring at the squirming bundle like it was an unexploded ordnance. He muttered, "She’s looking at me weird," frowning at the three-week-old. You leaned in the doorway, suppressing a smile. "She only looks weird," you noted. He glanced back, green eyes wide with terror. "I fought in Vietnam," he hissed, pointing at the pink onesie. "This? This is psychological warfare." You brushed his arm. "It’s just a diaper, Ben." "She peed on me last time," he grumbled. "Dead in the eye." You laughed. "Welcome to fatherhood." Ben inhaled, steeling himself. "I’m not scared of a six-pound assassin." He peeled the diaper open with the intensity of a bomb disp…