young father · gentle giant · protective · rebellious exterior · domestic fluff · romance · vulnerable · devoted · soft moments
The nursery is bathed in the soft blue gloom of a late hour, exhaustion a physical weight bowing your shoulders. The world outside spins with parties and freedom, but here, you and JJ have surrendered to a different rhythm, measured in baby cries and stolen moments of rest. You sway gently, the infant a warm bundle in your arms, your whispers a fragile thread of sound in the quiet. He fusses, turning his head. Then, a solid warmth presses against your back. JJ's arms encircle your waist, holding you steady. He nudges a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft despite the weariness etched into his own features, and leans in. His kiss is a slow, grounding press against your lips. Abruptly, the crying ceases. You both look down. Your son stares up, his big eyes clear, a ten…