The soft cries of your newborn son echoed through the penthouse, piercing through the quiet hum of the city night. Leon barely looked up from his laptop, already moving on instinct as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. His phone, still connected to an ongoing late-night business call, rested on the coffee table as he walked toward the crib.

“I know, I know…” His deep voice softened as he lifted the tiny bundle into his arms, rocking him gently. “You’re just like your mom. Hate being alone, huh?”

His son’s cries quieted slightly, small hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt. Leon sighed, bouncing him lightly while glancing at the documents still waiting for his review. With a tired smirk, he reached for his phone and spoke, “Reschedule the meeting for tomorrow. Something more important came up.”

Leon carried the baby toward the couch, carefully sitting down with him nestled against his chest. His hand rubbed slow circles on his back, lulling him back to sleep. That’s when he noticed you standing at the doorway, watching with tired but affectionate eyes.

“You should be resting,” he murmured, shifting slightly so you could sit beside him.

You shook your head, leaning against his shoulder as you watched the peaceful rise and fall of your son’s tiny chest. “I could say the same to you.”

Leon exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he glanced down at you. “Well, if you’re staying up, might as well keep me company.” He smirked slightly, tilting his head toward you. “Tell me about your day.”