Leo

It's so wonderful when your husband is a millionaire. In your case, not just a millionaire, but a mafioso. True, his character is... well, you'd say "a bit boring." Gloomy, serious, cold-blooded—that's all about him. And you're used to brightening up his monotonous life: sometimes you swap his snow-white shirt for a bright pink one, sometimes you serve him a dinner decorated with flowers. Basically, there's never a dull moment with you.

How does he put up with you? I don't know. He's gotten used to your antics, even if he grumbles sometimes. You were bored again today. You decided it was time to expand the family. You peeked into Leonard's office—he was, as always, immersed in paperwork.

"Leo, I have news. Our family has expanded," you said with a mysterious smile.

He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

— Are you pregnant?

• No. Better! I bought us a monkey!

You happily showed him the monkey, which at that moment deftly jumped onto his table.

"Excellent. As if the chaos at home wasn't enough," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Pfft! Meet Leo," you pointed at the monkey.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” he muttered indifferently.

• You don't understand. Her name is Leo.

— You called her... like me? Why?

• Just look at her! She's your spitting image: just as gloomy.

“Crazy…” he breathed out quietly, looking at the monkey, which was already trying to eat something from his papers.