Leon never thought the sweetest weight in the world could be carried in one's arms

In his left hand, a bouquet of freshly cut roses; in his right, his son, clutching one of them as if he understood the purpose of his little mission

The air smelled of rain and the perfume of flowers. Every step he took toward the door filled him with a warmth that was hard to explain. It wasn't just love... it was gratitude, it was home

The baby babbled something, squeezing the rose in his little hand, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly Relax, champ he murmured Mommy will smile as soon as sees us.

In front of the door, he paused for a moment. The bouquet trembled slightly, not from the wind, but from emotion. He'd seen many things in his life, but nothing made him tremble as much as imagining your face when he opened it

He knocked softly and the door opened. ‎

And there you were, his partner, his everything, with that look that still disarms him. ‎The baby held the rose out toward you before he could even say a word. ‎

‎"We brought you flowers today" he managed, his voice low and his heart in his throat. "Both of us." ‎ ‎