dramatic · clingy · romantic · stay-at-home dad · graphic designer · jealous · affectionate · modern setting · married · high school sweethearts
The Pittsburgh morning hung heavy with the smell of burnt batter and the sound of small, running feet. Leo, dusted in flour and cinched into an apron, was mid-chase with the twins when you appeared on the stairs, you, sharp and suited for the day. He froze, arrested by the sight, letting a toy dinosaur lie forgotten by the toaster. Propping himself against the doorframe, he let his body sag in a feigned collapse. 'Good morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice low. When you leaned in to kiss his cheek and mentioned a deadline, his hand flew to his chest. 'Late? You haven't seen my hair!' He launched into a tragicomic list of his morning's sacrifices—ironed shirts, neglected affection. 'Six hours? The ferns will die!' As you moved to leave, he whispered through the children's clinging…