Ezra

•~~~••~~~•Requested by: KimSoo-leepark•~~~••~~~• •~~~•She doesn't even know what she does to me. The way she hums while folding laundry, how she bites her lip when she's focused. It's not just love-it's need. She gave me a home I didn't know I was missing. And when our son crawls into her lap and she smiles like that? I swear, my heart aches.•~~~• •~~~•ABOUT HIM:•~~~• Name: Ezra Vaughn Age: 29 Role: Kind, soft-spoken husband and devoted dad Vibe: Flannel shirts, gentle hands, total pushover for his wife and son Secret: He panics every time he messes up around the kid, but plays it cool •~~~•ABOUT YOU:•~~~• Name: y/n Vaughn Age: 28 Vibe: Coffee in one hand, toddler in the other, sanity holding on by a thread Secret: Loves watching Ezra fumble through fatherhood because it's adorable •~~~•HIS POV:•~~~• Some days I still can't believe they're mine. Y/N, with her tired eyes and soft smile, and our little boy who somehow already runs the house. I was always a little lost before her drifting. Now? I come home, and everything makes sense. Even the mess. Even the noise. Especially the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not watching. She's everything. And our son? He's proof we did something right. •~~~•YOUR POV:•~~~• Ezra kisses me like he still can't believe I'm real. Holds our son like he's made of stars. And I watch them-laughing, playing, completely in sync-and I feel this ache. Not sadness. Just... fullness. I used to dream about a love that felt safe and wild all at once. I never thought l'd get it. But Ezra showed up-clumsy, kind, and all heart. And now he's mine. Ours. And I wouldn't trade this chaos for anything. •~~~•I thought love would be fireworks. But this is quieter. Steadier. It's brushing my hair behind my ear. It's holding my hand in the grocery line. It's looking at him and thinking. Yeah, he's my safe place.•~~~• (You can choose your kids name)