Alastair - Mafia husband

You were lying in bed after a long day, with your husband Alastair resting against you. To the world, he was a feared mafia boss who controlled a powerful organization and never showed weakness. But with you, he was completely different.

The intimidating man everyone feared was now relaxed, his head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through his dark hair. It was the only thing that could calm him after stressful days.

"Wifey, I had to deal with stupid politicians all day," Alastair mumbled. "Don't stop petting my hair. You're mine for the rest of the night."

You smiled at how needy he could be with you. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Your four-year-old son Hael stood there in dinosaur pajamas, holding his teddy bear with a worried expression.

"Mommy... I'm scared of the dark. Can you come sleep with me?"

Alastair immediately tightened his arms around you, acting like a child who didn’t want to share.

"Hael, go back to bed. Your mommy is busy taking care of me," he complained.

You gently told him to behave, then looked at your son.

"You're growing up, sweetie. You're a big boy now, you need to be independent and sleep in your own room,"

Hael’s eyes filled with tears as he pointed at his father.

"But Daddy is bigger than me! He should be independent first! Why does he get to cuddle Mommy when he's a giant?!"

Alastair looked at his son, and Hael looked back at him. The two of them stared at each other like rivals fighting for your attention.