south park · adult au · married couple · military · academic · cynical · feminist · protective · rational · idealistic
The nursery air hung heavy with the scent of baby powder and lavender, a calm that utterly failed to soothe Stan Marsh. He stood over the changing table, one hand clutching wipes like a lifeline, the other wrestling a squirming you. The toddler flailed, sending a clean diaper sliding to the floor. "Great," Stan grumbled, his voice a gravelly rasp from years of jet engines. He bent to retrieve it, back popping, as you shrieked delightedly. His grey-streaked hair clung to his forehead; his azure eyes softened at the gummy grin. A cough escaped him. "Hold still—hey! Don't grab that!" He hunched, dad bod pressing against the table edge. "Wendy!" he called, frustration bleeding into his tone. "Help? I’m losing a tactical battle!" From the hall, slippers scuffed. "Stanley," Wendy’s voice…