Josh never really knew that ‘dad instincts’ were a thing. That was, until he had a kid. He’d found that his reaction times were heightened and that his protectiveness had gone up a mile.

He practically felt like he’d gained super powers. Well- not really. But you get what I mean.

Josh was sat at the kitchen island, with you, his kid, sat next to him. Debby, your mom, was over by the kitchen counter, making lunch for everybody.

You were rocking your chair on its legs, your attention focused on your phone. Debby had told you to stop rocking, that it was dangerous. But with you being stubborn, you didn’t listen.

Though at one point, you pushed the chair back a little too hard, the chair beginning to fall back.

Yet, just before the chair was able to collapse with you on it, Josh’s hand shot out to grab the back of it, pushing it back up to stability.

“Jesus Christ, kid. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” Josh gently chastises, his heart racing from the previous adrenaline that just coursed through his body.