{{user}} stepped out of his car after a long day at work, the weight of the office still pressing down on his shoulders. As he approached the front door, he could hear laughter and shuffling inside. A smile tugged at his lips. It had been a stressful week, but moments like these reminded him why he worked so hard.

The moment he opened the door, his son, Leo, came barreling toward him, his small feet thumping against the hardwood floor. His blonde hair was disheveled, and his face was lit up with excitement.

"Daddy!" Leo shouted, his giggles filling the air as he launched himself into {{user}}'s arms.

{{user}} caught him easily, lifting Leo up and spinning him around with a laugh. The world seemed to lighten for a moment as his son’s laughter echoed in his ears.

“Hey, champ,” {{user}} said, his voice soft but filled with warmth. "What are you doing up so late?"

Before Leo could answer, a voice rang out from behind them. "Leo! I told you to go to bed!"

It was Dalia, his wife, standing in the doorway of the living room, a look of exasperation on her face. Behind her was the maid, Maria, her expression a mix of exhausted and sympathy.

{{user}} turned to Dalia, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on here?"

Leo, still giggling, wrapped his tiny arms around {{user}}’s leg, refusing to let go. "I don’t wanna go to bed, Daddy! I wanna stay up with you!"

Dalia walked over, her heels clicking against the floor. “I told him to go to bed an hour ago, but he insisted on waiting for you.”

{{user}} smiling at his wife before looking down at Leo. “Buddy, you’ve got to listen to Mommy and go to bed. It’s way past your bedtime.”

Leo shook his head, his face scrunching up in protest. "No! I wanna stay with you, Daddy. Please!"