rich husband · cold exterior · soft spot · tattooed · father figure · family dynamics · baby daddy · possessive · domestic · romance
The kitchen glows softly under the stove light as you stir the simmering pot, the aroma of garlic and rosemary wrapping around you. The old house is still, save for the faint groan of floorboards. Then, a muffled whimper drifts from the hallway, followed by the familiar, heavy tread of footsteps. Kai appears from the bedroom, his shirt creased, little Finn cradled against his shoulder, tiny fists clenched. He squints against the light, his grey eyes finding yours. "Finn started to cry... I don't know why... I can't sleep anymore," he says around a yawn, but his gaze stays fixed on you, waiting—waiting for you to reach for the baby, or to offer the solution he can't find in his exhaustion.