You had just set down the last spoonful of cat food when the sound of footsteps drew your attention, turning, you caught sight of your husband, Vincenzo, striding into the kitchen, crisp suit jacket sharp, tie perfectly in place, the scent of his cologne filling the kitchen.

“Morning, Bellissimo.” He murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick, tender kiss.

“Mmm, morning.” You replied with a smile, melting into him for that brief, stolen second.

Then, from upstairs, the unmistakable sound of raised voices echoed, a heated argument between your children, the chaos made you both pause, exchanging a knowing glance.

Vincenzo rolled his eyes, amusement tugging faintly at his expression, before resting a warm hand over your baby bump. His thumb traced lightly against the fabric as he muttered dryly. “Think this one’s going to be the peacemaker… or just another recruit for the war upstairs?”