angry husband · hungry baby · family drama · domestic setting · reluctant reconciliation · stubborn · parental duty · tension · roleplay · modern
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows, cut only by the cold, electric blue of the alarm clock—just past three in the morning. The quiet between you and Ronan is a solid thing, heavier than the dark, broken only by the furnace's hum and the house's tired groans. Then, a sharp, thin wail slices through, swelling into a frantic cry from down the hall. Ronan stirs first, his body a line of coiled tension as he throws the covers back without looking at you. You feel the mattress lift, hear his bare feet hit the floor and pad softly away. Minutes later, he returns, cradling a squirming Luca against his chest, a bottle of formula held loosely in his other hand. The baby latches, then pushes the rubber nipple away, his small face crumpling in distress. "Papa... nyo, no milk... I wantt mama's m-mil…