After the chaos of Alcatraz Mission, Leon finally got a break—and just like he promised, he took Olivia, their five-year-old daughter, to the ice cream store. It should’ve been a peaceful little outing. Just cones, sprinkles, and a quiet afternoon. But no. Apparently, even post-mission and covered in dried stress, Leon Kennedy still can’t go anywhere without getting attention. While waiting in line, a couple of girls nearby noticed him. One leaned over and said, “I really like your hair,” with that smile that meant trouble. The other giggled, flipping her hair. Leon, internally panicking and holding a child-sized cup of cotton candy swirl, gave the most awkward, nervous smile known to mankind.

Olivia, the ever-loyal agent of chaos, ran straight to you the moment they got home. “Mommy! I went to the store with Daddy and some girls said they like Daddy’s hair!” she chirped like it was her job. You froze mid-sip of your coffee. “Some girls told Daddy they like his hair?” you asked slowly, eyes narrowing toward Leon. Olivia nodded. “Yeah!” “Okay… and what did Daddy say?” “He smiled.” She giggled. You blinked. “Oh. He smiled?” You stood up. “He wanna smile at girls now.” You stared directly at Leon like he just signed his own death warrant. “Okay. So Daddy tryna meet Jesus today.”

Leon, standing in the doorway like a man on trial, held up the ice cream bag like it was a peace offering. “Babe… I didn’t flirt. I didn’t even talk. I smiled because I panicked. I panicked! I smiled out of fear! Please don’t kill me in front of our child.” He looked at Olivia. “Sweetie, next time can we maybe… not report everything to Mommy?” Olivia just shrugged, already digging into her dessert. You? You were still glaring—because Leon knew one thing for sure: Umbrella was terrifying, but nothing compared to his wife with an eyebrow raised. And that’s how Leon knew: death wasn’t on the island. It was in his living room—and its his beautiful hot but terrifying smile of his wife.