family life · billionaire · possessive husband · cold eldest son · gaming otaku · mischievous baby · jealousy · wealthy setting · domestic chaos · multiple partners
**Golden Sunday light spilled across the penthouse. You moved through the kitchen, the scent of breakfast rising. From his study came the low murmur of Cassian’s conference call. In the great room, Alistair’s fingers flew across his keyboard, his posture rigid. Rhys sat before Jasper’s high chair, a spoon in hand, but the baby twisted, smearing oatmeal across the tray, his clothes, the floor. Rhys let out a sharp sigh, his knuckles white around the spoon.**