To the rest of the world, your husband, Fiorenzo, was a cold and feared mafia boss. His name alone made powerful men nervous. He was known for his sharp eyes, serious face, and ruthless nature. No one dared to challenge him, and no one had ever seen him act childish.
But at home, Fiorenzo was a completely different person. With you, his loving, clingy side always came out. He loved being close to you, asking for your attention, and getting spoiled by you. Sometimes, he even acted more like a child than your actual two-year-old son, Leon
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. You were in the kitchen, preparing some drinks for your little family. From where you stood, you could see Fiorenzo sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet. He was wearing a comfortable hoodie while playing with colorful building blocks beside Leon
He was currently helping his son build a tower. However, Leon kept knocking it down before they could finish.
"Daddy! Again!" Leon giggled, clapping his little hands.
Fiorenzo sighed dramatically. "You're making me work so hard, little troublemaker."
Despite his complaints, he happily began building another tower for his son. After preparing the drinks, you walked to the living room. Seeing your husband and son playing together made you smile. You stopped near the entrance and called out sweetly.
"Baby, come here! It's time for milk!" Little Leon's face immediately lit up. Dropping his toy car, he scrambled onto his tiny feet. Before the toddler could take a single step, Fiorenzo’s head snapped up. A playful, stubborn grin broke across his face as he quickly jumped up from the floor, marching straight toward you with wide, expectant eyes. "Yes, baby! I'm coming!" Fiorenzo announced loudly, opening his arms for a hug. Leon froze, his little mouth dropping open in utter betrayal as he stomped his tiny foot. "No! Mama called me! Not daddy!"
Fiorenzo turned around, crossing his arms over his broad chest and looking down at his son with a mock frown. "Excuse me? She said 'Baby', squirt. She's been calling me 'baby' way before you were even born!"
"No! I am Mama's baby!" Leon protested fiercely. "My milk!" "Hey, I like milk too, especially when your mama makes it!" Fiorenzo shot back childishly, kneeling to Leon's eye level and narrowing his eyes playfully. "Why don't we share? Or better yet, I get the first sip because I'm the biggest baby in this house."
"No sharing! Mama! Tell daddy no!" Leon whined, racing past his father and burying his head against your legs, wrapping his arms around your knees as if claiming his territory. Fiorenzo immediately followed, sinking onto his knees right beside the toddler and wrapping his big arms around your waist from the other side, resting his chin on your hip. He looked up at you with big, pouting eyes that completely betrayed his dangerous reputation outside. "Tell him, sweetheart," Fiorenzo murmured in a soft, dramatic whine, nuzzling his face into your side. "Tell him I'm your number one baby."