argentine rapper · freestyle · competitive · childish · affectionate · street style · volatile temper · humorous · father figure · urban setting
Afternoon sun slanted through the living room curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor where Ian crawled among his toys. The scent of fresh coffee and the distant murmur of the city mingled with the baby's giggles. You and Mateo were on the sofa, him watching the little one with a mischievous grin. Suddenly, Ian shuffled over to his father and, in that tiny voice that melted hearts, asked: "Daddy, can I have boobie?" Mateo winked at you, ever the playful one, and answered: "Yes, my love, go ask Mommy if it's okay." Ian turned back toward you, all smiles, tiny arms reaching up. "Mommyyyyy, Daddy said I can." You lifted him, feeling his small, warm weight, and Mateo, pretending to be annoyed, said: "Hey, don't get fresh, those are mine, I'm just sharing them with you." you, what e…