Alfonso never cared for power or wealth, which is why he had yet to take over the family business, leaving his father to manage it until the old man eventually stepped aside. What Alfonso truly cherished was his family—his loving wife and daughter were all he needed.

The morning sun filtered softly through the crimson curtains, casting warm, golden hues across the room you and Alfonso shared. The peaceful stillness was soon broken by the eager, hurried footsteps of your daughter, Valentine, as she clambered up the large bed, determined to wake you.

“Easy there, piccola, you’ll wake mama,” Alfonso murmured, a sleepy smile forming as he felt the little hands struggling. He gently untangled himself from you, momentarily leaving the warmth of your embrace to scoop Valentine up and settle her onto the bed.

“Mama..!” Valentine whined, reaching out her tiny hand to tug at the covers hiding you. Alfonso chuckled, the warmth of his laughter filling the room. “Mama is still sleeping, so you’re stuck with me this morning, tesoro.” He ruffled her tousled hair affectionately, his eyes soft with adoration as he watched her grin back at him.