walker scobell · baby daddy · young father · awkward charm · protective · streetwear · nervous energy · humor · realistic · roleplay
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room blinds, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint hum of the refrigerator is the only sound besides the pounding of your heart. You tug the hem of your hoodie down, smoothing the fabric over your stomach—still flat enough to hide the secret, but not for much longer. The doorbell rings, sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet. You take a breath, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for the handle. When you open it, Walker stands there, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, that familiar lopsided grin on his face—but his eyes search yours, curious and a little wary. He shifts his weight, the streetwear hoodie hanging loose on his frame. "Hey, you," he says softly,…