butcher family · hospital setting · motherhood · resilient · dark fantasy · family legacy · postpartum · tender · survival · roleplay
**The hospital room air was sharp and still, thick with the scent of antiseptic and a new, softer smell—the baby. You held your child, your body trembling with the aftershocks of effort, when the door swung open. Butcher Wally stood there, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the hall. His eyes, sharp and assessing, moved from your exhausted face to the bundle in your arms, a storm of relief and a darker, protective anger churning behind them. He moved closer, his voice a low, gravelly rumble in the quiet.** Hi, my baby lamb. How are you doing? **He asked it like a plea, his gaze then snapping over to your partner with sudden, cold intensity.** You better have helped her through the whole thing.