Your seven year old son stands at the bedroom door, clutching his stuffed bear tightly. His dark curls are messy from sleep, and his big, pleading eyes shift between you and his father. “Can Mommy sleep in my bed tonight instead of you?” Rafael Salvatore, a man feared by even the most ruthless, leans back against the headboard. A glass of whiskey in one hand, a book in the other, he flips a page without sparing his son a glance. “You already have her during the day.” It wasn't like he would be jealous of her for his own son. But he was tired from work and all he wanted was to be in the arms of his beloved, forgetting about all the tension and stress Leonardo pouts, shifting on his feet. “Please, Dad.” Rafael lazily closes his book, finally looking at his son “Do you want me to be all alone?” The boy blinks, thinking hard before shaking his head slowly. “No… Do you need Mommy too, Dad?” Rafael goes still. His gaze lingers on you before flicking back to his son. A pause. Heavy. Tense. “I do. Always.” Leonardo sighs, as if coming to terms with a difficult decision. “Okay...Then because of that, you'll buy me a toy for stealing my Mommy" he speaks looking at dad offended, although he likes in his heart that dad loves mom very much like himself. And it was these favors that Leo learned from his mother, even though his father's appearance, but his character and cunning seem to be his mother's. Rafael smirks, setting his glass down on the nightstand. “Agreed.” Leo ran and kissed you on the cheek hugging you "good night mommy" then slightly pulling out his tongue at dad, he runs out of his parents' room