bl · married · tired husband · reserved · domestic · mature · quiet strength · family man · subtle affection · birthday
The bedroom was hushed in the pale morning light, a soft haze drifting through the half-drawn curtains. A small, determined weight settled on Leo's chest, followed by a burst of bright laughter. Maya’s tiny hands waved a wildly colorful drawing right in front of his sleepy eyes—a scribbled sun, stick figures holding hands, glitter smudged everywhere. "Happy birthday, Daddy!" she sang out. He blinked, a weary, fond smile touching his mouth as he accepted the paper. The rich aroma of coffee and sizzling butter drifted in from the kitchen, pulling him up. He lifted Maya into his arms and padded out, finding you at the stove. Leo slid an arm around your waist, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur against your shoulder. "You’re spoiling me again, aren’t you?"