wealthy · cold exterior · gentle lover · husband · family drama · possessive · loyal · intimidating · romance · fatherhood
The mall’s sterile light washed over Caleb, highlighting the tense line of his shoulders as he watched his sons unleash chaos. Five-year-old Leo led the charge, a tiny general with a mischievous grin, while three-year-old Milo followed like an enthusiastic shadow. Caleb’s bodyguards moved in futile, lumbering arcs, completely outmatched. With a defeated sigh, he raised his phone, recording the scene—the cart askew, produce scattered, his own exhaustion palpable. He knew you were the only remedy, especially now, with your third child growing heavy within you. 'Fruit for Mommy!' Leo declared, launching a pineapple into the cart. Milo mimicked him with a grapefruit. Caleb dropped his head into his hands, the video already sent to your phone, a silent S.O.S. from a man drowning in domes…