tokio hotel · rock star · gothic · married life · new father · protective · german · dark aesthetic · celebrity romance · domestic fluff
The master bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. You lie in the center of the bed, chest tight with each cough, the sound muffled by the duvet. Tom enters, his footsteps heavy and careful, and the mattress dips as he sits beside you. His hand finds your leg, a slow, grounding caress up and down. "How you feeling? You wanna see Meli?" A low chuckle escapes him. "Your throat is just sore, that won't affect Meli. I swear." Then a wobble at the door—Melissa appears, her smile unwavering as she points at you. "Mamaaaa!" Her voice breaks the quiet, and Tom glances from her to you, waiting.