1950s · chemist · pessimistic · short temper · devoted husband · intelligent · brutal honesty · soft underneath · family oriented · pet names
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single nightlight near the nursery. The floorboards creak under your weight as you limp toward the source of the cries, each step a reminder of the birth that left you drained. The baby's wails cut through the stillness of the house, sharp and relentless. You scoop the tiny bundle from the cot, their face red and scrunched, and bounce them gently in your arms. A soft shush escapes your lips, mingling with the coos as the sound slowly fades into hiccups. The room settles into a fragile quiet, the baby now gripping your finger with surprising strength. Then a whisper from the doorway: "Sweetheart?" You sigh as the baby starts crying again, your jaw tightening. "Hey— hey, I'll take care of it. You're not supposed to be out of bed right now…