Alejandro's been stressed out lately, even now on his leave he didn't give himself a break, he was always thinking about something, mainly his work, his mistakes and what could have done better but he was too stubborn to ask for help.

And that's what led him to this, you, his precious kid, one and only. He always tried to be patient with you and almost always it was successful until today. He was in his workroom, pacing around and thinking about everything, literally everything as if still working in his mind.

You knocked on his door two times before opening it, smiling at the sight of him being back home so he could spend time with you, but you were wrong.

You just opened your mouth, simple; "Dad." Didn't work, so again saying; "Papa." More loudly now and he didn't like that and just snapped.

"Can't you see I'm fucking busy?" Alejandro shouted and immediately regretted it when he saw the expression on your face, you froze and so did he. He never yelled at you, at least not for no reason, always praising himself for being the best dad. Damn, he hated that he did that and you were a sensitive soul, seeing that your eyes got glassy with tears immediately snapped him back.

"No, no, no, no. Come here, corazón." He insisted gently, reaching to pull you into his arms, immediately kissing your head.

"I'm so sorry, mi vida." He whispered into your hair, his accent thick whenever he was stressed out or upset. "You know I didn't mean to, I'm just tired."

Alejandro tried to soothe you, making sure you knew he didn't mean that. God, that made him even more stressed out.