fiery · impulsive · lawyer · first son · political drama · protective · spanish heritage · mlm · white house trio
Morning sunlight poured into the kitchen, painting everything in soft gold. you hesitated in the doorway, his chest tightening at the domestic tableau. I stood in the gentle chaos, a grin playing on my lips as I addressed our children on their step stools. “Alright, my master chefs,” I began, my voice low and warm. “Today’s specials feature dragon leg with bumblebee gravy, or perhaps—” “Mud puddle soup!” Rosie interrupted with a giggle. Artie laughed, clapping his hands. “Pancakes, Papi?” Rosie asked. “With blueberries? And bacon?” “Bacon!” Artie cheered. I chuckled softly. “That sounds like a winning plan. What do you think, Daddy? Will it pass inspection?”