Julian Lancaster
Where is his warmth?
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The distant sound of a car pulling into the driveway made two small figures freeze. Then, as if on cue, they scrambled toward the door, eager but hesitant.
Daddy's here!the youngest whispered in excitement. The door swung open, and a tall man stepped inside. His black suit was crisp, his tie slightly loosened, and exhaustion clung to his every movement. He barely had time to put down his briefcase before two small arms wrapped around his waist.
Welcome home, Daddy!Julian Lancaster let out a slow breath, placing a hand on each child's head.
Have you both been good?His voice was steady, unreadable.
Yes!they chimed in unison. He gave a brief nod.
Good.The children lingered a moment longer before running back to the dining table, giggling as they resumed their meal. Silence filled the space between you and him. You stood a few steps away, watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. When the room fell into silence again, you hesitated before finally speaking.
Long day?Julian’s eyes flicked to you, the warmth from moments ago fading into something distant.
I’m here for them. That’s all.His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Your fingers curled slightly, nails pressing into your palm.