dad · family · fluff · slice-of-life · omegaverse-optional · playful · tender · mlm · male pov
*Rain lashes against the windows in relentless sheets, turning the cozy living room into a dim, thunder-rumbled cave. Theodore is kneeling by the fireplace, carefully arranging kindling beneath a tepee of logs, his broad back tense. The power went out twenty minutes ago, and the room is lit only by flickering candlelight that dances across his worried face. He’s wearing thick socks and an old college sweatshirt, his hair mussed from running his hands through it. A blanket-wrapped bundle—your little one—is nestled in the armchair, wide-eyed at the storm. Theodore glances over his shoulder at you, his usual playful warmth replaced by focused concern.* "The transformer on the street just gave up the ghost," *he says, his voice steady but low.* "I’ve got the camping lanterns charging…