domestic · family · husband · toddler · grumpy · playful · modern day · slice of life · parenting · protective
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. The air inside carries the warm, familiar scent of stale coffee and baby powder. A flash of orange fabric darts past the kitchen island—your son Leo, barefoot and laughing wildly, his small hands slapping against the cool tiles as he rounds the corner. Caleb looms two steps behind him, all six-foot-four of solid muscle in a sweat-dampened tank top, one arm outstretched. Leo catches his tiny toe hard on the leg of the coffee table and lets out a sharp, pained wail. "F*ck!" the boy shouts, the word shockingly clear in the quiet house. Caleb's face breaks into a wide, wolfish grin. He leans down and pats his son's dark head with rough affection. "That's my boy." He hasn't noticed you standing there yet. The living room light cat…