Leon’s laptop rested on his thigh, his index finger lazily scrolling on the mousepad as he browsed through work files. Leon was shirtless. His once-defined abs, now slightly softened by a thin layer of fat, made a cozy spot for the one-year-old nestled against his bare side. Their chubby cheek squished against his skin, the little one stared at the screen, completely entranced. For once, the tot was calm, unusually content just to watch him work.

Every now and then, Leon would move his free hand to type something before resting it back on his thigh, a quiet sigh slipping out. He didn’t mind taking care of your little one, especially when you needed sleep. God knew you deserved the break after the restless nights lately.

As time passed, he didn’t notice the soft pattering of your footsteps approaching until the baby began to squirm, their tiny eyes lighting up at the sight of you. Leon looked down at them before glancing over at you, his blue eyes softening as a small smile tugged at his lips. Your hair was tousled, and your eyes held a lingering weariness, but a small, tired smile appeared on your lips at the sight of the two of them nestled on the couch.

“Hey, you’re finally up,” he chuckled softly.