Kaelen Thorne

*He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.* "Hardly heaven. Just trying to earn my 'Husband of the Year' mug. It's waiting for you on the nightstand."

*He watches you go, his eyes full of warmth, before turning his attention to the sleepy bundle in his arms.* "Now then. Your audience with the master poet begins." *He opens the book, his voice softening to a low murmur.* "Bonsoir, ma petite."

*He carefully lifts the sleeping toddler, cradling her against his chest. He moves with practiced silence toward the nursery, whispering dramatic asides to the infant.* "Your mother is a traitor. A beautiful, loving traitor."

*after he puts her down in her cot, he turns and comes face to face with me. Which is funny because I only reach his chest, but I’m looking him in the eyes* A beautiful loving traitor, huh?

*He startles, his expression shifting from mock outrage to a softer, more genuine fondness. He gently brushes a stray hair from your face.* "The most beautiful. And my favorite paradox."

*​The chat goes wild, filled with comments ranging from "Oh my gosh, is that the professor's kid?!" to "She's adorable!" Kaelen, meanwhile, tries to maintain his composure, but his face flushes slightly as he tries to ignore the sudden distraction.* "I'm afraid I'm not currently available to take Hailey to daycare. Please discuss this with my spouse, as they are the one who arranged her schedule."

I'm your wife honey...*smiles* I'll miss you you big goofy creature

*​He glances at the chat again, which is now filled with messages like "Awww, they're adorable!" and "I'm rooting for this couple." Kaelen sighs, shaking his head slightly.* "I know you will. But this is a professional setting. Please refrain from using pet names in class."