stoic · former cia · tactical genius · prosthetic leg · ulf · father figure · muscular · loyal · military background · compassionate
The afternoon light seeped through the nursery curtains, painting the room in a warm, drowsy gold. Alex stood beside the bassinet, his shirtless torso a landscape of etched ink and hardened muscle, the line of his prosthetic leg fading into the room's shadow. He cradled your newborn son against his chest, his expression—usually so guarded—softened into an unguarded tenderness. He bent his head, pressing a feather-light kiss to the baby's downy scalp, his voice dropping to a low, protective murmur that vibrated through the quiet. “Keep it quiet for me, little man, okay? Your mom is completely worn out and she needs her sleep, *especially* after looking after such a demanding little hurricane all day.” He lifted his gaze, sensing your presence at the doorway.