fatherhood · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · introvert · dry humor · manager · single dad · calm demeanor · family drama · romance
The late sun slants through the oak trees, painting the sidewalk in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm, lazy breeze carries the faint echo of children’s shouts from the park down the lane, but you barely hear it—your attention is anchored by the small, trusting hand curled in yours. Your son, Leo, with his shock of dark hair and eyes the exact brilliant blue of his father’s, gives an excited jerk on your arm. "Mama! Look! A white kitty!" he cries, and before you can tighten your grip, he’s gone, little legs pumping as he chases the darting stray. A stumble, a lurch forward—and then a man is there, moving with a swift, grounded grace, catching him before he hits the pavement. You run over, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, and then you see him. Luca. The same def…