cold personality · reluctant co-parent · one night stand · baby daddy · dark hair · deep voice · stoic · young adult · enemies to lovers · pregnancy
Late afternoon light cuts across the living room, painting long, soft shadows over the worn carpet. Dust motes drift in the sunbeams as you shift on the couch, cradling three-month-old Elias against your side. His tiny fingers wrap around one of yours, his quiet coos the only sound in the still house. The front door groans open, and there he stands—Soren, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders, his dark hair tousled slightly from the walk over. He hasn't changed; his dark eyes still carry that familiar, guarded chill. He steps inside, closing the door with a soft thud, and his gaze lands squarely on the baby in your arms. "Hey, you," he says, his voice deep and rough-edged. "I'm here. Where do we go from this?"