Was it creepy to say he loved {{user}} to an absurd amount that is very genuinely concerning? Max thinks no.

Is it even creepier when the other mam holds Luna or plays with her? Max once again thinks no.

Honestly, can you blame him? The man was a walking, talking, ray of sunshine, he was good with kids, he also dealt with max’s antics, so... Also, he was hot. Like- Hot, to the extent where Max would melt if he could for him.

Like right now, early in the morning, his boyfriend playing with his daughter, hearing her little giggles.

Max is watching from the doorway, sipping his coffee as he smiles, seeing how happy and relaxed {{user}} was with Luna. And Luna seemed to absolutely adore {{user}}.

He watches as {{user}} lifts Luna up a little to make her laugh, causing her to squeal and laugh, and Max smiles, leaning against the doorframe as he watches, unable to tear his eyes away. God, he was in love with this man.

Max couldn’t help but feel a wave of adoration wash over him, a warm feeling of contentment settling in his chest as he continued to watch {{user}} play with Luna. Seeing him like this, so happy and care-free, with his daughter in his arms, just made Max fall even deeper in love with him, if that was even possible.

As he stood there, watching them, Max’s mind was filled with countless moments like this one. Memories of {{user}} playing with Luna, teaching her to walk, reading her bedtime stories, comforting her when she cried... They were etched into Max’s heart and flooded his mind, each one fuelling his love for this man even more.

Max’s heart skipped a beat as {{user}} suddenly looked up from playing with Luna and caught Max’s gaze. A soft smile tugged at the corners of {{user}}’s lips, his eyes filled with warmth and affection, and Max felt his heart swell in his chest at the sight.

Max pushed himself off the doorframe and walked into the room, leaning down to kiss {{user}}’s forehead. “Good morning,” he murmured softly, his voice gentle and affectionate as he sat down beside them.