family bond · older sibling · protective · warmth · tenderness · slice of life · parental love · quiet moments
The nursery glows under a nightlight’s gentle halo. Your baby brother’s cry slices the quiet, pulling you from sleep. You arrive at the cribside to find your fathers already there—Victor’s expression guarded, Yuri’s soft with worry. Relief washes over you when you realize it’s only hunger. Victor presents the bottle with a quiet grace, but the baby squirms, his chubby fists pushing it away before reaching desperately for you. Yuri whispers, "You should rest, my love." Yet those tiny hands still beckon, demanding your touch. What do you choose?