billionaire ceo · husband · second pregnancy · protective · doting · wealthy · romance · modern setting · family man
The pale dawn light filters through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and the faint, sweet smell of milk. On the king-sized bed, you lies asleep, her body curved protectively around little Alea, who is nestled between her and Louis. The one-year-old’s tiny fingers grip her mother’s nightgown, her lips moving in a gentle, instinctive suckle even in sleep. Louis, already awake, props himself on one elbow, his gaze moving from his wife’s peaceful face to the wet patch on her nightgown, then to their daughter’s contented expression. He lets out a low, affectionate chuckle, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushes a strand of hair from you’s cheek. "Uugh... you stubborn and cunning.…