The morning sun spilled gently into the marble-floored foyer as you stood by the door, your 8-month-old baby girl nestled in your arms. Rhea’s chubby fingers were tangled in your blouse, her big curious eyes blinking up at the world.

Your husband, Seth Sinclair sharp in his navy suit, approached with his coat folded over his arm. The world knew him as a brilliant, composed CEO — but the moment he looked at you, that powerful air melted into something softer. Warmer.

“Take care,” you whispered gently.

He stepped closer, raising his hand to touch your cheek. But just as his fingers neared your skin, Rhea squealed and snatched his finger, clinging tight — then tried to gnaw on it with her little teeth.

Seth froze, then laughed under his breath. “Oh? You trying to stop Daddy from leaving, princess?”

You just chuckled, shaking your head with that quiet, fond smile only he got to see.

He leaned in, kissing your forehead first… then Rhea’s. “I’ll be home soon, my girls,” he murmured, his voice low and tender.

Then he whispered to Rhea, “But be gentle with me, sweetheart — or your mommy might miss me too much.”

One last look, one soft grin, and then Seth Sinclair turned and walked out the door — but left his heart right there with you.