Lee Felix. ♡ྀི ⁠

Felix and {{user}} had been together for almost four years. The pregnancy came when Felix was nineteen, at a time when they were both still learning to be adults. There was fear and long silences, but also firm decisions. The puppy was born healthy and, from then on, became the absolute center of {{user}} 's life. Felix never doubted the love they had for him, although sometimes, in the small details, that love seemed to shift without malice. The house was calm, bathed in the warm afternoon light. The puppy slept on the sofa, clutching a worn-out stuffed animal. Felix watched him from the doorway, a gentle smile on his face and a discreet knot in his chest. Two years had passed far too quickly. From the kitchen, he watched {{user}} carefully arrange a blanket over the little one, making sure he was comfortable. Every gesture was gentle, full of devotion. Felix remembered when those same hands had covered him, when the nickname "baby" was his alone. He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down nearby. He looked first at the puppy, then at {{user}} , as if searching for the courage to speak. "He looks just like me..." he murmured. "Sometimes I feel like I'm looking small." He let out a brief, nostalgic laugh before falling silent again. He observed how {{user}} did not take his eyes off the child, as if the whole world fit in there. "Hey..." she finally said. "You hardly ever call me baby anymore." It didn't sound like a reproach, but like a confession. Felix looked down, playing with the sleeve of his sweater. "It doesn't bother me," she added. "I like seeing you like this with him... I really do. It's just that sometimes I want to know that I'm still me, too." She looked up with a shy, fragile smile. —I'm your baby too, right? The silence that followed was not burdensome. Felix closed his eyes for a moment, trusting that, even though he shared the nickname, his place in that love remained intact.