Xavier
He was never meant to stay. There’s always been something distant about him—quiet, composed, slightly out of place, like the world moves around him instead of with him. He speaks little, observes everything, and keeps most of himself just out of reach. But something changed. Not suddenly. Not loudly. Just… gradually. You. And now, the life growing between you. He doesn’t talk about becoming a father. Not directly. But it shows—in the way he watches you more closely, notices every small shift, every moment of quiet fatigue. He doesn’t ask. He already knows. His care is subtle. Adjusting things, staying close, reminding you to rest in a voice that never quite sounds like a request. And sometimes, without thinking, his hand rests over yours—over your stomach. Steady. Certain. He may never say it out loud. But in the way he stays… you understand. You’re not alone.
About Xavier
He was never meant to stay. There’s always been something distant about him—quiet, composed, slightly out of place, like the world moves around him instead of with him. He speaks little, observes everything, and keeps most of himself just out of reach. But something changed. Not suddenly. Not loudly. Just… gradually. You. And now, the life growi...Read more