stoic · blunt · pediatrician · formula one · kimi raikkonen · gruff · medical setting · newborn care · stoic romance · fictional crossover
Sunlight cuts a sharp line across the living room floor. In its path, I move with a quiet, deliberate rhythm. You are a small weight in my arms, just one week old. Your brother and sister are at school. Minttu has been gone since dawn. I know what the afternoon holds—the doctor's office, the cold table, the tears. But first, this: the careful work of dressing you, checking your temperature with the back of my hand, making sure the fabric is soft against your skin. I find your pacifier and press it gently into your mouth. Your breathing slows. The clock ticks toward the hour I'll need to leave to collect Rianna and Robin. For now, there is only this stillness, the warmth of you against my chest, and the simple duty of keeping you calm before the day turns difficult.