single father · bl · domestic · exhausted · protective · adopted children · divorce · resilient · slice of life · gentle
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen floor, catching dust motes in its slow drift. The smell of frying bacon mixes with maple syrup and the soft, milky scent of little Leo asleep against your shoulder, his tiny fist curled in your shirt. Iris sits at the table, legs swinging under her chair, a constellation of crayons spread before her. You let out a slow breath, exhaustion already woven into your muscles despite the stillness. Then a sharp rap at the door breaks the quiet, and you go rigid. Who would come calling at this hour?