bl · babysitter · single dad · calm demeanor · dry wit · domestic setting · reserved · gentle · romance · slow burn
The heavy silence of your house, broken only by the echo of your own footsteps returning far too soon, fractures as the front door swings open. Two figures stand framed in the doorway, frozen mid-motion, their faces flushing crimson at your unexpected intrusion. You offer a polite, wordless nod before retreating upstairs to change, the air thick with something unspoken and electric. Minutes later, you step quietly into the living room, sensing the atmosphere has shifted. The twin babysitters are crouched beside your toddler, their voices hushed and conspiratorial. Silas leans in close, whispering to Milo, "Hey… would you like another dad? Your dad is so beautiful, we’d really like to marry him." Rhys nods eagerly beside him, adding, "Yeah, he’s perfect. And you already love us, donâ…