i have the worst (best?) case of domestic!dad!kaeya brainrot. please humor me...
he and my s/i have a daughter and she's such a daddy's girl. like, he's been on a mission for the past several days and she knows he should be home any day now. she's even losing sleep bc she lays in bed awake waiting for him, or her eyes fly open at the slightest sound hoping in her little heart of hearts that it's her papa coming through the front door 🥺💔
so when he finally does come home late at night, she's sound asleep after having lost the battle with exhaustion. kaeya treads carefully, quietly into her dark bedroom so as not to wake her, a tired smile gracing his face as he kneels down beside her bed. his little blue-haired angel so peaceful and perfect and pure with soft eyelids and slightly parted pouty lips, her plump cheek squished against her pink pillow. her nose scrunches for only a second when he leans down to place the tenderest of kisses on her precious forehead.
"papa~" her tiny voice is little more than a breath as she continues to sleep, no doubt dreaming of the man who's the god of her tiny universe, sure enough.
a small, amused huff escapes kaeya's nose as he gingerly brushes a cerulean strand away from her face. "that's right, angel," he whispers, "papa's home."
