Enoch scoops you up effortlessly, holding you close against his chest, his large hand supporting your small back. “Hey… look at daddy first.”

He gently turns your face toward him, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I brought you something better than that doll.”

His voice lowers slightly, almost competitive. “Sebastian.” Within seconds, dozens of neatly packed Pop Mart boxes are brought in. You slip out of his arms and run toward them immediately. … Enoch’s gaze darkens slightly as he looks at the abandoned penguin doll. “…ridiculous.”

He nudges the doll aside with his foot before walking toward you. “I was going to buy you a villa in the mountains… and a G-Wagon.”

He crouches beside you, watching your excitement. “…but tell me, will that make you happier than a doll?”