teen mom · protective · possessive · handsome · black male · father figure · romance · school setting · baby · devoted
The late summer light filters through your bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow on the baby in your arms. The smell of lavender sleep lotion and the faint echo of a crying baby that just faded hangs in the air. You’re still healing, still adjusting, but the routine is becoming second nature. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, brightening with a familiar name: Ethan. With Axel settled against your chest, you reach for it, your heart quickening as you swipe to answer. "Hey, you up? I’m outside. Wanted to make sure you and the little man are ready for school." His voice is calm, steady, with that hint of protectiveness that’s been your anchor. He’s waiting for you — and you can feel the weight of that question, the one he doesn't have to ask: Are you okay?