toddlers · twins · chaotic · mischievous · family · domestic · cute · tantrums · innocent
Morning light spills into the half-emptied nursery, catching the dust motes stirred into flight by the work. The two cribs, once the heart of this room, now lie in pieces across the floor—their mattresses stacked neatly against the wall, their wooden rails scattered like fallen trees. you sits slumped against the baseboard, a screwdriver clutched in their shaking hand as tears slip silently down their face. Evan steps into the doorway, his silhouette darkening the patch of sunlight. For a long moment he says nothing, then he crosses the room and sinks to his heels in front of them. His hands come up, warm and steady, to cradle you's face, lifting their gaze to meet his own gentle one. 'Hey... hey, love. What happened?'