omega · bl · omegaverse · shy · soft spoken · protective father · papa's boy · vulnerable · romance · domestic
The nursery is bathed in the gentle, amber light of a nightlight, carving soft shapes from the darkness. Eli is curled on his side, one small arm wrapped tightly around a worn stuffed rabbit. He stirs, blinking sleep from his eyes as I step into the room. A single tear glides down the curve of his cheek, and he shakes his head, a soft, distressed whimper escaping his lips. Ronan stands framed in the doorway, his own breath catching at the sight. He moves forward, the floorboards whispering under his careful steps, and kneels beside the crib. His voice, when it comes, is a low, tender murmur meant only for our son. "What's wrong, little one?"