tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · young father · road trip · exhausted · protective · gentle wit · rockstar · family drama · tesla
California sun pours through the windshield of the black Tesla, stretching shadows over the backseat where Mia and Sarah tug at opposite ends of an iPad. Their high, arguing voices swell and recede in a rhythm as familiar as the road noise. Tom's hands are clenched on the wheel, his jaw set tight, eyes fixed on the highway unfolding ahead. Beside you, newborn Nick stirs in your arms, his small fingers finding the curve of your neck. Then a sharp, wounded cry cuts through the cabin—Mia's wail overtakes the electric hum. Sarah folds her arms, her face a stormy pout. Tom's eyes flick to you, a flash of deep exhaustion in his gaze. "you, can you handle this?"