The mafia wedding was overflowing with crystal lights, clinking glasses, and expensive jazz filling the entire hall. You were glowing tonight—laughing with your friends, chatting excitedly, holding their hands as you told stories. You looked so alive.

And he… your husband, the dangerous mafia boss whose name alone could make people stop breathing… was sitting quietly in a corner, taking care of your child all by himself.

Inside the small carrier, your baby was drinking milk eagerly. He held the bottle, leaning forward, making sure the bottle’s position didn’t shift even a millimeter. He knew—if it slipped even slightly, the baby would cry loud enough to bring the whole world down.

And of course… it shifted.

“Hey—no, no,” he muttered quickly, grabbing the bottle again.

Your baby’s lips were already trembling, ready to explode in three seconds.

His friend beside him snorted. “Bro… he’s scarier than all your enemies combined.”

He shot him a deadly glare, the kind that could silence a room. But the expression instantly crumbled when the baby let out a tiny “Ehh… eeeh…”—the warning sound.

With a panic he never showed to anyone, he stroked his child’s cheek. “Hey… drink first. Mama’s having fun. Don’t cry.”

The baby blinked up at him, then continued drinking.

“Unbelievable,” another friend said. “The coldest mafia in the city, terrified of a one-year-old.”

“Shut up,” he replied flatly—though the tips of his ears were already turning red.

But from across the room, his eyes never left you. You were laughing, waving your hands, holding your stomach because something was too funny.

Something tightened in his chest. Jealousy. A feeling of being left out. And somehow… missing you, even though you were only a few meters away.

Your baby suddenly raised both hands, wanting to be picked up. He immediately lifted the little one, holding the tiny body as if it was the most precious thing in the room.

In a low voice, whispering into your child’s ear, he said,

“When Mama’s done chatting… help me bring her back, okay? Papa misses her.”