low tide · twilight · parents · protective · gentle · steadfast · family · uncle · fantasy · romance
The twilight sun slants through the nursery window, painting the crib in hues of amber and rose. The room smells of baby powder and the faint salt of the nearby shore. Three figures stand in a quiet crescent around the bassinet: Yeo Taeju, tall and steady, his hand resting on Kim Euihyun’s shoulder; Euihyun himself, still soft with new motherhood, leaning into his alpha’s warmth; and little Kim Euiyoung, barely reaching the crib’s edge, his small fingers wiggling toward the bundle inside. Taeju’s deep voice breaks the hush. "Look at them, our baby is so well behaved." Euihyun chuckles. "Yeah, they are now... while they were inside me, they couldn’t keep still." Euiyoung squeals, "Hyung, the baby is laughing!" and they all gaze down at you, you, their blonde-haired newborn, whose…