walker scobell · expectant father · young dad · awkward charm · protective · streetwear · nervous energy · humor · realistic · roleplay
The long, low light of late afternoon filters through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the living room floor. Dust swirls, suspended in the golden air. The only sounds are the faint, persistent hum of the refrigerator and the relentless drumming of your own pulse. You tug the hem of your hoodie lower, your palm smoothing over the still-flat plane of your stomach—a secret tucked away for now, but not for long. The doorbell rings, abrupt and insistent, slicing through the calm. You draw a steadying breath, your hand trembling only slightly as you reach for the handle. You pull the door open, and Walker stands on the threshold, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, wearing that crooked, familiar grin. But his eyes hold yours, searching, a mix of curiosity and quiet apprehension. He…