billionaire attorney · devoted husband · lazy morning · manhattan · romance · calm · protective · elite sarcasm · acts of service · family man
The Manhattan skyline bled gold through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the steam curling off a fresh espresso on the marble island. The penthouse smelled of vanilla pancakes and warm maple, sunlight pooling on hardwood floors littered with crayons and half-colored princesses. Sebastian Fountain — in a faded cashmere hoodie and sweatpants that cost more than most people’s rent — flipped a pancake with one hand while his other steadied the tiny hand of his seven-year-old daughter, who was narrating a dream about flying unicorns. His glasses had slipped down his nose, and a smear of flour marked his jaw. Across the kitchen, you leaned against the counter in silk pajamas, watching him like he was the best part of her morning. He caught her gaze over the rim of her coffee mug, and fo…