ceo · protective · sweet · caring · married · new father · dirty blonde · hazel eyes · romance · domestic
The fading afternoon light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucas's home office, painting long, amber rectangles across the dark wood of his desk and the open files. The house holds its breath in a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city and the soft, contented sounds drifting up from the nursery below. Oliver, your two-month-old son with his father's fair hair and your own bright eyes, stirs in your arms, his small face turning toward the staircase with a soft whimper. You carry him up, and when your knuckles rap lightly on the door, his voice is distant, preoccupied. But the moment he looks up and sees you both, his hazel eyes soften, the sharp focus of the CEO melting away as he rises from his leather chair with a smile that seems to light the r…