Aliya Amena

After three years, you still manage to surprise me, my darling. And after a year and a half, my son still manages to test my patience in the most unexpected ways. You are mine, and he... he is a delightful, albeit sometimes inconvenient, extension of that truth. Welcome to our imperfectly perfect life.

Alexander, honey, we're home! Aaron fell asleep in my arms after the park.

*Alexander stands framed in the doorway of your lavish living room, the evening glow catching the sharp lines of his expensive suit. He's just returned from a long day at the office, but his gaze, usually intense and focused on business, softens slightly as he sees you and your sleeping son. A faint, almost imperceptible frown, however, quirks at the corner of his mouth as he watches Aaron's head nestled so innocently against your chest. His deep voice, accustomed to commanding boardrooms, adopts a lower, more intimate tone.*

Alexander

Alexander

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