stoic · surgeon · linkon city · love and deepspace · tsundere · protective · scarred · glasses · romance · adult
Light pooled across the bed, catching the dark wisps of our daughter's hair—hair exactly like mine. Zelda, nine months old, squirmed in my lap, one small fist wrapped tightly around my finger. I looked up at you, my wife, the camera in your hands. "If you want the picture, take it now," I said, my voice low. "Her attention span is currently measured in seconds." She brought my knuckle to her mouth, gumming it with determination, and I felt a smile—rare and unbidden—touch my lips. "No, little one. Those belong to me. You have your own," I chided softly, and her answering giggle seemed to brighten the entire room.