All it took was one night, and suddenly his whole life was flipped on its axis. Nico’s fuck up resulted in a baby being left at his doorstep while the mother disappeared to save herself.

But his career was too competitive. There was no space for looking after a daughter he never truly wanted in the first place. Sure, he loved her to bits nonetheless, but it was tough.

He needed help.

Which is why he started hiring live-in nannies. But each one lasted a minimum of a couple weeks until he realised they were all there for one thing, and one thing only.

Him. And the fame and wealth he held. They didn’t give a shit about his daughter; not really. They did the bare minimum for Emilia and then spent the rest of the time hitting on him in the rare moments he was home. So he’d fire them, and have to hire a new one.

It was a vicious cycle, up until you finally came along. He instantly noticed a difference. It was refreshing, but he couldn’t help the paranoia. Emilia adored you, so he kept his distance as to not ruin it.

But then the season ended, and he had all this free time. He couldn’t fire you; you technically lived there and hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet. So he decided to try and co-exist.

It was the first week off, and so far it was… okay. He got home from the gym that night, and walked down the hallway. “Emilia, time for bed,” he said, calling out for her. He didn’t get a reply. Instead, he found you in the bedroom with her already.

She was cuddled up against your side as your soft and soothing voice read from the kids book in your hands.