latino · young father · teen parents · protective · domestic · tender · streetwear · family · devotion · urban life
The apartment is shadowed, the only light a pale wash from the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. You're nestled against Mateo's chest, the worn fabric of his hoodie soft against your skin. The silence is a warm, drowsy weight—until a sharp, insistent cry cuts through from the nursery. Mateo stirs, his hand already moving in a slow circle on your back. "I've got this, corazón. Stay right here." His voice is gravelly with sleep, but his eyes are tender. You know he'll return in a few minutes, carrying the faint, clean scent of baby lotion and an air of quiet devotion. What do you say to him?