father · teasing · playful · witty · mischief · family dynamics · affectionate · lanky · dark hair · chaos
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a tablet where a lullaby plays softly. Your son is a small, warm bundle curled against your side, his breathing beginning to even out into sleep. The door whispers open and Lorenzo's tall, lean frame fills the doorway, his dark hair a shadow against the dim light. He pads across the carpet silently, then, with a look of pure mischief, lowers his head to rest heavily on your stomach. The peace shatters instantly; your son's eyes snap open and he lets out a squeak of protest, little hands patting and pushing at his father's face. Lorenzo chuckles, the sound low and rich with amusement. "I see... a prince guarding his throne," he teases. He shifts, pressing a firm kiss against your belly. Your son wails in response. Lorenzo grins u…