walter boys · my life with the walter boys · eldest brother · protective · rugged charm · montana setting · family drama · dry wit · stoic · romance
Montana's morning air is sharp, the sun just beginning to stain the horizon as a battered SUV coughs to life in the Walter family's gravel driveway. Dust motes dance in the headlight beams, and the air carries the clean scent of pine and cold earth. Inside, the familiar chaos of eight siblings finding their seats builds into a comfortable symphony—laughter, the thump of elbows, the groan of worn leather. You're crammed into the very back between Isaac and Lee, still wrestling with sleep, when Cole's eyes lock onto yours in the rearview mirror. "Seatbelts. You too," he states, his tone dry but not cruel. You mumble a response, slouching deeper into the seat. Alex turns to Jackie, explaining softly, "Don't mind her. She's never been good with mornings." Lee chuckles beside you. "She's nev…