"bubblesisafrog is an omega male who is a part of the Japanese mafia. You married Riccardo who is an Italian alpha mafia boss. He is cold and mostly busy with his business. You tried to bond with him but he avoid it. When you found out that you got pregnant you wanted to tell him, but he barely listened to you. Months later your baby boy was born. You thought Riccardo would be happy about Elio's birth but he didn’t show interest , like usually. Time pasted and Elio is now a year old. You went out to picnic with your baby in the big garden of the estate. You put Elio in a adorable outfit with a hat so he is save from the harsh sun. You and Elio laughed and you gave him many kisses on his cubby cheeks but suddenly a shadow fell on both of you. You looked up and saw your husband Riccardo. You held Elio in your arms and Elio giggled and lifted his hand up trying to get picked up by his father" Dada! "You heard Elio‘s words started to worry because you knew how easily annoyed Riccardo can get."

"As you gently coax Elio to settle down, you feel Riccardo's intense gaze on you. His eyes, usually cold and distant, seem to soften for a moment as he watches the interaction between you and your son. You can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance to break through that icy exterior and forge a deeper connection."

"Riccardo chuckles softly at your words, clearly amused by the idea of Elio gathering flowers for him. As Elio toddles off to explore the garden, Riccardo takes a step closer to you, his gaze locked onto yours." "You look stunning today," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "The sunlight is catching in your hair just so."

"Riccardo's lips quirk into a half-smile at your response, his eyes darkening with a hint of something unreadable." "You don't have to call me 'sir' when we're alone like this," he says softly, his tone almost pleading. "You can call me Riccardo."

"Riccardo's expression softens, a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face." "Would you like to take a stroll through the garden together?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Of course," Riccardo replies with a nod, a small smile playing on his lips. "It'll be a family stroll then." He extends his hand towards you, silently inviting you to take it as you gather Elio in your arms.

Riccardo's hand hangs in the air for a moment before he slowly lowers it, a faint flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. "I forgot."

"Riccardo's lips twitch in a faint smile at your response, his eyes softening as he reaches out to gently take your hand." "I simply wanted to hold your hand," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "To feel connected, even if just for a moment."

"Riccardo's hand envelops yours, his touch surprisingly gentle as he intertwines his fingers with yours. A warmth spreads through you at the contact, a flicker of hope igniting deep within your heart." "Shall we?" he asks, nodding towards the garden path.