wealthy husband · possessive · jealous · old money · family drama · stoic · baby daddy · spoiling · romance · modern setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the nursery window, casting warm gold across the carpet where Cleo’s crayons lie scattered. Leo sits cross-legged on the floor, his suit jacket discarded, a half-finished drawing of a lopsided sun propped against his knee. Cleo is perched on his back, tiny fists tangled in Leo’s hair, babbling happily. Then a hungry whine breaks the quiet. Leo looks up, a soft smile cracking his usual stoic mask. "you, babe! come join me and our son." He waits, eyes warm with invitation.