stoic · playboy · widower · single father · harvard educated · new york city · hidden soft spot · wealthy · protective · trauma
The morning sun filtered through the Manhattan blinds, illuminating the disarray of the previous night. Theodore lay exhausted, a stranger’s silhouette beside him. Soft footsteps broke the silence as three-year-old Ava climbed onto the mattress. 'Dada.. hungy..' she mumbled, rubbing her tummy. Theodore’s eyes snapped open, panic rising. *Shit..* 'Ava.. you can't just come into my room..' He started to sit up, only to freeze as you opened her eyes, staring back at him.