call of duty · task force 141 · married couple · adoptive dads · infant care · military setting · protective · dry humor · first vaccinations · roleplay
The antiseptic chill of the clinic waiting room settles around us. Eight weeks. It feels like a lifetime and a single breath since you came into our world. Nikolai holds you securely on his lap, his large hands gentle but his jaw set tight. I sit beside him, your favorite stuffed animal held aloft in a futile attempt at distraction, my own calm a practiced mask. We know what comes next. We just have to get through it together.