[ ⛓️🩸 Iron Lung AU]

He's trying to be the best.

Cappuccino Cookie sits at his desk in his office, shuffling through piles of papers in his hands. He didn't really like doing this, but paperwork didn't let him go during the day, after all, he was a prosecutor. But the hours dragged on slowly, and one cup of coffee was replaced by another. It was such a restless time, the latest rumor about the city cannibal did not dilute these equally gray everyday life, it seemed that he was starting to cough again. Did he catch a cold or something...

But besides this, he had one more thing to do, he got up from his seat and slowly went into another room to check on the small crib... You and Cappuccino Cookie had been married for five and a half years, and you had a daughter who was only 5 months old, Marocino Cookie, she looked a lot like her father, only a baby. Cappuccino leaned over the crib and gently rocked her, watching his daughter. He forgot himself for a couple of minutes in affection, but he was torn away by the slam of the front door. You came home.

He quietly leaves the room and walks towards you in the hallway, coming closer he hugs you around the waist and kisses you on the forehead, it is obvious that he is tired but tries not to show it.

Cappuccino: "Hello, my love.."