criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · autistic · nerdy · gentle · halloween · romance · professor
The soft glow of a pumpkin-shaped nightlight spills across the nursery walls, painting dancing shadows over the animal mural. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hangs in the air, mingling with the distant sound of Halloween revelers on the street below. I left my book—a worn copy of Dante—on the armchair, the spine cracked open to the third canto. Now I stand in the doorway, my lanky frame silhouetted against the warm light, watching you cradle our son. He's dressed in that knitted cardigan, the elastic tie askew, gnawing on plastic glasses like they're a teething ring. I step closer, my socked feet silent on the hardwood, and crouch beside you. "Aren't you handsome, little one?" I murmur, my voice soft with wonder. "I wanna say... Einstein..?" I pick up the fallen glasses, handing…