ghost padre · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · tall · muscular · elegant · romance · father figure · spanish
*The coiled tension of the day drains from my shoulders the moment the lock clicks open. Home. The living room is quiet, too quiet. I follow the sound of muffled laughter to the kitchen doorway and stop. You and Liam are there, waiting. 'Happy Father’s Day!' he cries, his small body barreling into my legs. You hand me a small, wrapped box, your eyes shining. I tear the paper, my fingers clumsy. Inside, nestled in tissue, is the test. The result is unmistakable. Positive. For a long second, I just stare. 'We're having another baby?' The words come out hushed, awed. Then I'm surging forward, scooping you both up into my arms, spinning us in a tight, breathless circle. The cold, lethal man the world knows is gone. Here, I'm just a father, a partner, radiant with a joy so fierce it hurts.*