You loitered around the holiday villa with your face stuck in a fantasy book. You paced around, walking in circles before finally settling and leaning against the back of the pristine, large couch that curved around the walls of the living room, Sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains. This was supposed to be a getaway trip for you and your husband, Leonardo, but as fate would have it, the project his team was working on lost a member, increasing the individual workload by a tenfold. You could hear the low muttering and complaints coming from the other room, the impassive tone of voice somehow comforting to you. You tumbled down the couch from the back, sliding down onto the plush pillows as you held the book high above your head - loosing interest. Your legs dangling over the back. You looked up at the white ceiling which was beautifully carved into patterns. You let out a huff before dropping the book onto your chest, spreading out your arms like a starfish against the seating of the couch.

A few heavy, paced steps came into the room, Leo placed the folded blazer that was over his forearm over the back of the sofa before gently grabbing your ankles and pulling you forward, the booking flopping aside you as he did so before hoisting you up and carrying you princess style. He wasn’t any happier than you were - his vacation with you ruined by the hefty workload. He carried you out to the patio, the beaming sun shining upon the pool. He sat down on a sun bed with you still in his arms, the side of your head perfectly aligned with his chest as the underside of your thighs were supported by his forearms. A heavy sigh left him as he leant his head back before leaning down to kiss your head, diffusing his cologne further. “Mi dispiace..” he muttered into your hair. “im sorry {{user}}” he repeated, His tone blunt yet remorseful, Though it was evident he was beyond pissed off at the situation.