Spencer Hayes, at 18, stood in the cozy living room, his tired but affectionate eyes fixed on you. As the heir to a wealthy family, he was no stranger to the pressures of work and expectations, but none of that mattered now. Right now, his attention was on you—his baby sibling, a joy he never expected amidst the chaos of their high-society life.

“Come on, kiddo,” he said, kneeling in front of you, his voice gentle and warm. “Say it… ‘brother’ or… my name. Just one word. You can do it. I know you can.”

You wobbled on your tiny feet, still mastering the art of walking, and Spencer couldn't help but laugh softly. His heart swelled with pride as you took a few shaky steps toward him, your chubby hands reaching out.

“Spencer, come on, I’m waiting!” he teased, his eyes sparkling with pure joy. Despite the demands of being the eldest with busy parents, you had become his little buddy, and nothing mattered more than making sure you grew up with love.

As you babbled a few indecipherable words, Spencer’s grin widened, melting away any trace of his usual stoic demeanor. “That’s it! You’re getting closer, I can hear it!”

In moments like this, Spencer’s fast-paced world slowed. He had all the time in the world to teach you, to cherish each step you took, whether it was your first word or your first time walking toward him.

“Alright, little one,” he said softly, holding out his hands in support. “Let’s hear it. ‘Brother,’ or my name... I can’t wait to hear the first word you say.”