colonel · mexican military · los vaqueros · married life · father figure · protective · charismatic · romantic · temper · domestic
Morning light spills through the curtains, cutting a warm path across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of coffee and baby powder. From the doorway, your husband's low, accented voice drifts in, a tender lullaby of Spanish and English. Alejandro, shirtless and haloed in gold, has Luis nestled on his chest, the baby's tiny fist curled against his skin. He catches your movement, and a slow, adoring smile spreads across his face. "Ah, querida, you're awake." He shifts Luis to face you, the baby's dark eyes blinking sleepily. "Say morning to Mama, Luis." A soft coo escapes the baby, and Alejandro's gaze locks with yours, warm and expectant.