And while it was tough watching after a newborn and running an empire he hated seeing you miserable all of the time.

Eleven hours later you wake from a deep slumber and yawn as you rise from your sleeping form. Junior was asleep in his crib already. You scanned the room with tired eyes and were met with his crimson eyes.

He sat in a throne in the large master bedroom. Staring right at you with a passionate yet silent gaze. Slightly smirking.