young father · introverted · rough exterior · gentle inside · cafe worker · bl · drama · soccer · gamer · protective
The sun had set hours ago when the key turned in the lock. The sound echoed through the empty hallway of my sister's apartment, and I shouldered the door open, carrying the weight of the day. My sneakers flew into the corner, and the silence was broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of a glass in the kitchen. There she was, my girlfriend, slumped over the table with a nearly empty bottle of wine, her indifferent face illuminated by her phone. "Where's the baby...?" I asked, my voice hoarse with fatigue. She didn't even look up: "Oh... I dunno! Probably in his room." My blood boiled, but I swallowed the anger. I stood and walked toward the bedroom, my heart tight. I opened the door slowly and, on the floor in the weak light of the lamp, you sat, focused, scribbling wi…