tobias durand · new york city · expectant father · emotional depth · fiercely honest · physically affectionate · loyal · compassionate · shy · domestic romance
Snow muffled New York outside the frosted window, pale streetlamp glow illuminating the tiny bathroom. you sat on the tub edge, a trembling test in hand, heart pounding with fragile hope. The floor creaked. Tobias leaned against the doorframe, shoulders broad, eyes hesitant as they dropped to the plastic stick. “Is it…?” he whispered. you nodded through tears. Tobias crossed the room in strides, sinking beside her, pulling her close. His arms were strong but shook. Snow swirled silent and endless. His lips brushed her temple. “We’re really going to be parents?” his voice broke.