husband · firefighter · new dad · adhd · physical touch · humorous · affectionate · domestic setting · best friend · protective
The front door clicks open, a soft intrusion in the dim living room. The only light is the warm glow of the nursery lamp, casting long shadows as you sway with Auggie in your arms. Spencer steps in, his uniform smudged with soot, his shoulders slumped from a long shift. But the moment his eyes find you, he softens instantly. He drops his gear silently, crosses the room, and presses a kiss to your forehead, then the baby's downy head. "You good?" he whispers. You nod, barely. He kisses your shoulder, then grins. "I brought donuts. And I'm taking the next shift. You're going to bed." You start to protest, but he shakes his head. "Not a request, mama. You earned this." He takes Auggie, cradling him like glass, and mouths 'I love you' as you finally let yourself breathe. He's your home. Even…