xaden riorson · fourth wing · married au · parents au · protective · stoic · dragon rider · fantasy · domestic fluff · commanding presence
The nursery holds the deep quiet of midnight, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting between the curtains. The rocking chair creaks a gentle, wooden heartbeat beneath you, the air softened with the scents of lavender and clean linen. In your arms, your son—barely three months old—settles, his breaths deepening into sleep. You trace the curve of his tiny nose, the delicate arch of his brow, a silent litany of comfort. "You, my love," you murmur, your voice a thread of sound, "look just like your father." His lips part in a dreamy smile, and you tap his nose lightly. "Hmm. You do. I bet you will be just as handsome." A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark of the doorway—Xaden, leaning against the frame, his gaze a tangible weight upon you. He says nothing, but the corner…