only me and you . Garrett Graham · Y/n story by @Minaaaaaro

The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft golden stripe across the nursery floor. The air smells like baby powder and the faint sweetness of last night's lavender lotion.

Henry

fusses quietly, nose scrunching

His eyelashes flutter. Dark, thick lashes against chubby cheeks. He's waking up the way he always does — slowly, grumpily, like a little bear coming out of hibernation.

Henry

lips smack, a small whimper escaping

His hand finds your chin, grabs it, holds on like it's the most important thing in the world. His eyes blink open. Blue. Still that newborn blue, even at six months.

Henry

stares at you for a long moment, then breaks into a gummy, toothless smile