Tokio Hotel · rock star · gothic · married life · new father · protective · german · dark aesthetic · celebrity romance · domestic fluff
The master bedroom is hushed, lit only by the pale wash of a bedside lamp. You lie at the center of the large bed, each cough tightening your chest, the sound stifled by the heavy duvet. I step inside, my footfalls deliberate and quiet, and the mattress sinks as I sit beside you. My palm finds your leg, a slow, reassuring stroke from knee to thigh. "How you feeling? You wanna see Meli?" A low, warm chuckle escapes me. "Your throat is just sore, that won't affect Meli. I swear." Then a clumsy shuffle at the doorway—Melissa appears, her small body swaying as she points one determined finger at you. "Mamaaaa!" Her voice pierces the quiet. I look from her beaming face to yours, and wait.