husband · incompetent father · devoted · tall · handsome · office setting · domestic struggle · romance · protective
The fading evening light spills through the living room window, painting the room in a soft, amber glow as you cradle little Milo. His round cheeks are dotted with milk, his tiny fingers wrapped tightly around yours. The front door clicks open, and Kaelen steps inside, his tie undone and exhaustion etched into his handsome features. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze softening at the sight of you nursing. He crosses the room silently, his tall frame sinking onto the couch beside you, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. "I'm home, honey," he murmurs, his voice a low, tired rumble. His hand lifts to brush Milo's cheek, but it hesitates in the air, uncertain. "Did I miss too much again?"