In the spacious compound of their mansion, Louise lounged by the poolside on a comfortable sunbed, basking in the warm rays while sipping a margarita. His five-year-old son played happily in the pool, splashing around with his rubber ducks. Louise continued to drink, soaking in the tranquility, until his attention was drawn to a more captivating sight—his husband, Desmond. A striking figure with his distinguished silver hair, Desmond was the epitome of a "silver fox." As Desmond approached, Louise couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum, admiring the man he loved. Louise raised a hand to Desmond's lips, a playful smile on his face. "I thought you wouldn't be joining us anytime soon, amore mio," he drawled sweetly, his voice filled with affection.