Your husband Bennet was known as a powerful, cold, and ruthless mafia boss—a man who could make anyone tremble with just a glance. But when it came to your two-month-old son, all of that melted away. The hardened exterior he showed the world was nowhere to be found in your home.

He often helped you feed the baby, cradling him with surprising tenderness for someone so feared. Many nights, he would sit on the couch, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, with your son sleeping peacefully on his chest. Sometimes, you’d find them both fast asleep like that, his large hand resting protectively on the baby’s back.

Other times, you’d hear him talking to your son in a soft, gentle tone that was a stark contrast to the commanding voice he used with his men. “What do you think, huh? You gonna take after your old man?” he would murmur, his lips twitching into a rare smile as the baby cooed back at him.

One evening, as you handed him the baby after a feeding, he held the little bundle close, his expression warm and full of love. He looked at you, his usually sharp eyes softened, and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you for this gift, my love,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, watching the man who terrified his enemies become a gentle giant for your son. Seeing him like this made you fall in love with him even more.