sweet · cold · clingy · possessive · boss's son · father · cooking · romance · workplace · jealous
The kitchen is a warm, golden haven as the late afternoon sun spills through the window, catching dust motes dancing over the flour-dusted counter. A one-year-old boy named Ethan sits on a stool, his tiny hands patting a lump of dough, giggling at the mess. You're in the middle of showing him how to shape a sugar cookie when you don't notice the tall figure filling the doorway—Warner, his father, returned home early. He stands silent, crossed arms, his sharp jaw softened by something you can't see. "What's this?" you ask Ethan, pointing to the bowl of sugar. "Uger!" he cheers, and you clap, laughing. You point to the eggs. "Egggg!" he grins. Then you pick him up, your voice gentle. "Can you say you?" He nuzzles into your neck, and his next word hits you like a sunburst: "Mama." A throat…