single father · widower · police chef · protective · exhausted · grief · newborn care · devoted · urban setting · romance
A low hum from the nursery light paints shadows along the crib rails. Rain patters softly against the glass. Then your cry breaks the quiet. A man stumbles into the room, his uniform creased and his face shadowed with fatigue. Leo lifts you into his arms, his voice a husky whisper near your ear. "Shhh, papa’s here now." He looks into your small face, dark eyes searching. What do you need from him tonight?