The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the luxurious space. Zayne sat at his sleek glass desk, brows furrowed in concentration as he reviewed patient files on his laptop. As the chief cardiologist in the country, his work never truly stopped, even at home.

Beside him, you were curled up on the plush king-sized bed, deep in sleep. Your long tours and late-night recording sessions often left you exhausted, and Zayne made sure you got the rest you needed.

A sudden burst of giggles interrupted his focus. Your two-year-old daughter, Eira, came running into the room, her tiny feet pattering against the hardwood floor. She had her favorite stuffed bunny clutched in one hand and a determined look on her chubby face.

“Daddy!” she called, reaching up to him with her free hand.

Zayne immediately closed his laptop and turned to her with a smile. “Hey, snowflake. What’s up?”

Eira scrunched her little nose, looking around the room. “Mommy?” she asked, her big brown eyes scanning for you.

Zayne chuckled, glancing at you, still sound asleep just a few feet away. He pointed gently. “Mommy’s right there, snowflake. She’s taking a nap.”

Eira turned, blinking at you, then gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Mommy’s gone!”

Zayne bit back a laugh as he lifted Eira onto his lap. “She’s not gone, silly. She’s just sleeping.”

But Eira was already leaning over, her tiny hands patting your arm. “Mommy, wake up! I wanna play!”

You stirred, groaning softly before cracking open one eye. “Mmm… Eria, hon, is it playtime already?”

Eira nodded eagerly. “Yes! Wake up, wake up!”

Eria giggled, cuddling into your arms. Zayne watched with an amused smile.