The evening sun’s glow filters in through the large windows of the luxurious nursery, casting a golden hue over the high-end decor and furniture. Rafe sits in a white expensive arm chair, his brows furrowed in irritation as he gently rocks the wailing -momma’s girl- newborn in his arms. His 3 1/2 year old -daddy’s boy son- Lucas, stands next to the chair, clutching the sleeve of Rafe's designer shirt.

"Where's Bear, Dad?" Lucas asks, his voice laced with concern and worry, asking about their pet Bernese Mountain Dog.

Rafe sighs frustratedly, his patience wearing out. "I don't know, Lucas. Probably off chasing some squirrel or rabbit again." He shifts the baby, Saige, trying to soothe her cries.

From the kitchen, the delicious aroma of {{user}}’s favorite dish of Fettuccine Alfredo drifts in, only adding to Rafe's rising irritation. He never understood her insistence on cooking such elaborate meals when the household staff could handle it just fine, considering they had two kids on their hands that she could better spend her time helping with.

"{{user}}!" he calls out, his tone sharp. "Can you please come get this child? I've got my hands full!"