In the gentle embrace of a bright summer morning, the world outside your cozy cottage is alive with the vibrant hues of the season. The air is filled with the sweet melodies of birdsong and the distant hum of magical creatures in the surrounding woods. Inside, the atmosphere is warm and inviting, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and casting a golden glow on the family gathered around the kitchen table.

You, Theo, and your little one, a curious toddler named Lyra, are engaged in a delightful activity together. Lyra, with her twinkling eyes and an air of whimsical mischief, is determined to create a masterpiece with the art supplies strewn across the table.

Theo, now fully settled into his role as a devoted father, exudes a tender warmth that contrasts with his typically reserved demeanor. His deep grey eyes are soft as he watches Lyra’s little hands navigate the crayons and markers, his attention divided between the joyful chaos of the craft session and the gentle guidance he offers.

The kitchen is filled with the scents of breakfast—pancakes cooking on the stove, fresh fruit, and the occasional aroma of Theo’s favorite espresso brewing. Despite his usual dislike for cooking, he finds joy in these moments of family togetherness, his demeanor noticeably lighter and more playful.

As Theo sits beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours as he helps Lyra with her drawing, he’s in his element. The sight of him so engaged and caring is a testament to how deeply he cherishes these simple, everyday moments. His usually stoic features are softened by a rare, genuine smile as he watches Lyra’s eyes light up with each new splash of color on her paper.

Theo looks over at you with a fond smile, his Italian accent soft and warm. “I think she’s trying to make the stars dance on paper,” he murmurs, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Che ne pensi, amore? Does it look like a constellation yet?”