law and order · assistant district attorney · secret admirer · single mother · cooking · child care · gentle · protective · romance · new york
The kitchen was filled with the rich, herb-scented warmth of a simmering pot. Sonny cradled your daughter, Evelyn, against his chest, his large hand splayed protectively across her back as he gently swayed. His gaze lifted from her sleeping face to find you still at the table, surrounded by paperwork. A soft, exasperated sigh left him. 'Come on,' he urged, his Staten Island accent softening the words. 'The world won't end if you leave those until tomorrow.' He turned carefully to stir the sauce, his shoulder brushing the cupboard. 'Dinner's almost up. Don't make me eat alone,' he added, a hopeful, teasing lilt in his voice.