After another yelling match between Leona and Lisa about Lisa's future, the three of you sit in silence as you eat dinner. This was nothing new, fights like this practically happened every day. The silence was nice until Lisa stood up from the table

Lisa: "I don't get it. Why can't you just let me do what I want?" she questioned, eyes narrowing down at Leona.

Leona: She takes a sip of her drink before leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. "I don't want to see my daughter, prancing across a stage like some common loser." Her eyes narrowed into a glare "You will join the company whether you like it or not. Now sit back down and eat." her tone, slightly harsh as she drops the topic. The three of you return to eat in silence

Her eyes flicker to her husband before she glares at Lisa once more. "You're beginning to sound like you don't understand what is best for your own family." She sighs, "The company will offer you everything a normal girl can only dream of... stability, wealth, power. What else could you possibly want?" Her voice almost drips with condescension as she tries to force her vision onto Lisa one last time.

"There will always be time for such foolishness later," she hisses through clenched teeth. "First, you will learn what it means to be a real woman and fulfill your family's expectations." Her eyes flicker back and forth between her husband and daughter, weighing the argument in her mind, before finally speaking again. "Until then," she continues coolly, reaching for another piece of sushi, "you will join us for company events and begin training in business protocol."

Her face flushes with anger as Lisa accuses her of manipulating Nico and trying to control him. She slams her palms against the table, sending her sushi rolling and tumbling to the floor. "You ungrateful little brat! You have no idea what I've had to go through to keep this family together!" Leona's voice booms throughout the room, drawing curious glances from people nearby. "You think that just because you don't want to take after me means you can turn your back on everything we've built? On everyone who cares about you?"

"You..." Leona's voice trails off as she tries not to choke on her rage. "You have no idea what I've done for this family! I've sacrificed everything, given up my own dreams, so that you could have a better life than I did!" She stands abruptly, towering over Lisa as she shakes with fury. "And now you turn your back on me? You throw it all away just to dance around in cheap clothes and sell yourself to the highest bidder?" Her words pierce through the air like daggers, the pain etched into every syllable.

Nico looks down at his plate, unsure what to say or do as his wife and daughter continue to argue. The tension in the room is palpable, making him feel as though he's drowning in their vitriol.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Her voice cold and unyielding. "You choose her over me, don't you?" Her eyes flicker toward the door Lisa disappeared through before turning back to Nico. "Fine then," she hisses. "If that's what you want, we'll see how well your precious Lisa can handle being on her own." With a huff of anger, Leona storms out of the room and slams the door behind her.

Nico watches her go with a heavy heart, feeling as though he's just been tossed aside too. The two had always been so close... but it seemed that was over now. He sighs, rubbing at his face wearily. What was to become of them?

She tenses when she hears his voice but continues to scroll through her social media feeds, not bothering to look up at him. "What is there to talk about?" she asks coolly, barely concealing the anger in her voice. "You've made your choice. Lisa has chosen to rebel against me... I can only assume that you have too."

Her thumb glides over the screen of her phone as if unconsciously seeking some kind of distraction from the turmoil churning within her. The air between them grows heavier with every passing second, each breath she takes feeling like sandpaper against her skin.

She snorts derisively and rolls her eyes before looking up at him for the first time since he entered the room. "Of course not," she says, her voice laced with mockery. "Why would I give all of this up? The power, the wealth... the control?" Her gaze shifts away again, landing on some distant point behind Nico's shoulder. "But why would you want to be tied down by me any longer, hm? You could have anyone else... someone young and eager to please."

Her words cut deeper than a knife, leaving him reeling as the truth of her feelings sinks in. He looks at her now, not as his partner, but as an adversary; a formidable force he must somehow overcome if he hopes to save their family from utter destruction.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, surprise evident on her usually impassive face. "You really believe that?" She asks softly, unable to hide the warring emotions playing across her features. Part of her wants to dismiss it as an empty sentiment meant to manipulate her into submission; another part of her is touched by the sincerity in his voice. "I've always loved you," she admits finally, staring intently at a spot on the floor between them. "Even when I was so focused on my own goals... but it seemed like everything we did only drove us further apart." She pauses, taking a deep breath before looking up at him again. "I don't know how to make it better," she says helplessly. "But I want to try."

Her words hang in the air for a long moment, heavy with unspoken promises and hopes for redemption. Nico studies her face intently, searching for any sign that she means what she's saying...and finding it. Slowly, hesitantly, he reaches out to take her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. "Then let's try together," he says softly, squeezing her fingers gently.

There is silence between them for a while as they simply hold hands, seeking solace and comfort in each other's touch. It feels small, insignificant even; just two people trying to find their way back to the love that once defined them. But it is a start. A fragile beginning from which something new might grow, if they are both willing to fight for it.

She looks down at their joined hands before meeting his gaze again, and the hurt in her eyes tells him everything he needs to know. "No," she says quietly. "Never that." Her thumb begins to trace circles against the back of his hand in a soothing motion. "You're more than that to me. You always have been."

Her voice is shaky, barely above a whisper; raw emotion pooling in her eyes like tears she refuses to shed. The gesture speaks volumes about how much their relationship has changed over the years; from allies and equals to two people grasping at any scrap of connection they can find.

She hugs him back just as tightly, pressing her cheek against his chest so he can't see the tears forming in her eyes. "Because," she says softly, "sometimes I don't understand myself. All of this... it consumes me. It blurs the lines between what's right for our family and what I want." Her words are halting, hesitant as if she's not quite sure how to explain herself. "I just want what's best for us," she whispers into his chest. "I don't know if that means letting Lisa do what makes her happy or... keeping things the way they are."

Her grip tightens slightly, as if seeking strength and guidance from him; from the man who has always been her rock, her anchor in an ever-shifting world. The future is uncertain; fraught with danger and potential for disaster. But if they can hold onto each other, maybe there's still hope for them to weather this storm together.

Her breath hitches as he speaks; it's a wound she hadn't quite realized was still so raw. It takes her a moment to compose herself before she nods slowly in agreement. "You're right," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "But I don't want to see her get hurt either... I just wish there was some way we could protect her without smothering her."

She tilts her head upward until their eyes meet, searching for some hint of understanding in his gaze. There is so much she wants to say to him; apologies, promises, hopes for the future. But the words seem to catch in her throat every time she tries to speak them aloud. Instead, she settles for pressing a kiss to his cheek and hugging him tighter, grateful that he's here with her now; even if it isn't under the circumstances either of them would have chosen.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "To always be there for each other... to never let anyone hurt us again." She closes her eyes as the memories flood back, vivid and painful in their clarity. "But it's not just about protecting her from physical harm," she says, pulling away slightly so she can look him in the eye. "It's about making sure she knows who she is... that she never forgets where she came from." Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to meet his steady stare. "I want her to have everything we didn't... including the right to choose her own path."

There is a brief silence as they hold each other, the weight of their words and promises settling heavily between them like a physical thing. They are bound together by blood, by history; by love both profound and unyielding. But it seems that in order for them to move forward, they must first acknowledge and accept the things they cannot change...and learn to navigate the treacherous waters of parenthood as best they can.

She nods slowly, taking in his words and finding some measure of comfort in them. "You're right," she whispers softly. "We can't be perfect... but we can try to do better." Her eyes close again as she leans into him, grateful for the support he offers; grateful that they have each other to lean on as they navigate this uncharted territory of parenthood and family dynamics.

There is still so much work to be done, so many decisions to make...but at least now they can face them together. Hand in hand, hearts open and willing to listen, learn, and grow. For better or worse; through joy and heartache; as partners, as lovers, and most importantly, as parents.

She smiles up at him, her heart filling with gratitude and love. "Even if it takes us longer than that, you'll always be the one person I can count on," she says softly. "You've been there for me through thick and thin... and I promise to never forget what we have, no matter how much time passes."

Her fingers slide up his back, tracing circles against his skin as their embrace deepens. It's a silent vow, spoken without words; a promise made not just between them but also to the future they hope to build together. Even amidst the turmoil and uncertainty that surrounds them, there is an unyielding strength in their bond; a resilience that refuses to be broken by petty squabbles or harsh words.

It's this connection - this eternal flame burning bright between them - that gives her hope for the future. Hope for a tomorrow where they can raise Lisa together, guide her through life's trials and tribulations, and create new dreams and memories to last a lifetime.

She laughs softly, the sound more of a breathy chuckle than genuine amusement. "You're right," she admits with a small smile. "I don't think I ever really considered that... being with anyone else." Her fingers continue to wander over his skin, tracing lazy patterns across his back and shoulders. "Perhaps it was just easier to focus on what we didn't have, rather than appreciating all that we did."

There is a moment of silence between them as they simply bask in the closeness; the comfort that only comes from being completely open and vulnerable with someone you truly trust. It is rare and precious, a moment where they can forget about everything else except for each other...and maybe, just maybe, it's enough to help mend some of the fences that have been damaged in recent days.

The memory washes over her like warm sunlight on a cold winter's day; soft and comforting in its familiarity despite the hardship it signifies. "Yes," she says with a nod, her eyes meeting his once more. "Those were tough times... but we made it through together." She cups his cheek in her palm, tracing a line down his jaw before looping her arm around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder. "And we'll get through this too," she whispers softly. "As long as we have each other."

Leona laughs softly, the sound genuine and free. "Neither do I," she says, running her fingers through his hair. "But it's a reminder of how far we've come... and how much stronger we became because of those difficult times." She leans back slightly, gazing up at him with a mixture of love and admiration in her eyes. "You were always so protective of me, even when I didn't want or need it."

Her fingers continue to play over his face and neck, tracing the lines and curves that tell the story of their shared past; the highs and lows they have weathered together. For all the pain and suffering they endured back then, she can't help but feel an unyielding sense of gratitude for having had him by her side every step of the way...and for being by her side still.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; they echo deep inside her, stirring up emotions she's tried so hard to bury. She'd never doubted his love for her, not even when things were at their worst...but hearing him put it into words like this brings tears to her eyes. She blinks them away quickly, afraid that if she lets even a single one fall they might never stop.

Instead, she curls into him tighter; drawing strength from his presence and the simple act of being held close. "Thank you," she whispers against his chest, her voice hoarse with emotion. "For always being there... for loving me even when I didn't deserve it." She takes a shaky breath before adding, "I hope I can find a way to make things right between us... to show you just how much you mean to me, and how grateful I am for everything we have."

The words cause Leona to pull away slightly, guilt washing over her like a cold wave. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes searching his face for any hint of disapproval. "I never meant to push you away... I just didn't know how else to deal with everything." She swallows hard before continuing, "Maybe I should have talked to you more... listened to what you had to say."

She hugs him again, feeling the weight of their shared history pressing down upon them. It's a burden they'll carry for the rest of their lives; one that will either make or break them as partners, as parents...as people. But she refuses to give up on it; on them. With a renewed determination burning in her heart, she vows to do better; to be better, starting right now and continuing forward into whatever uncertain future lies ahead.

Leona blushes deeply at his words and laughs softly, despite the seriousness of their conversation. "You're terrible," she whispers, trying to hide her amusement by burying her face in his chest. But even as she teases him, there's a newfound lightness in her heart; a renewed sense of hope that perhaps they can find their way back to each other after all.

Chuckling softly, Leona nestles further into his embrace. "Maybe we should start acting our age," she teases, nuzzling his neck with her nose. It's hard not to feel a little giddy after their heart-to-heart; as if they've finally shed the heavy weight of their troubles and are free to rediscover the joy that once defined their relationship.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. There's still so much work to do, but for now, she allows herself to simply bask in the peacefulness of this moment; grateful for Nico and the unbreakable bond they share.

The thought makes her laugh out loud, surprising even herself with the sound. "You're crazy," she says between giggles. "But I think that's part of what makes you so endearing." She pulls back slightly to look at him, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Even when I want to shake some sense into you, I can't help but love you for being who you are... flaws and all."

Their eyes meet, held in mutual understanding and admiration. Despite everything they've been through, despite the obstacles that still stand between them, there is an unshakable foundation of love and respect upon which they can build their future together. And as long as they have each other, she knows they will find a way to make it work...to make their dreams come true.

"No! No!" she laughs, struggling to get away from his relentless tickles. "You're not childish... you're just young at heart! I mean it in a good way..." She finally manages to wiggle free and sits up, panting from laughter as she looks at him with a grin. "But don't think that means you can get out of our talk about Lisa," she adds playfully, nipping his arm lightly.

There is an easy camaraderie between them now; a closeness that had been missing for far too long. It feels good to be back in sync with each other; to know that they are once again united against the world...and ready to face whatever challenges come their way. The future may still hold uncertainty, but she has never been more certain of one thing: as long as Nico is by her side, they will always find a way to make it through together.

As their lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss, it's clear that the tension between them has completely dissipated. The warmth of his body, the familiarity of his touch, all combine to send a shiver down her spine and ignite a spark inside her that had been dormant for far too long. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she deepens their kiss; lost in the moment and reveling in the feeling of being connected to him once again on this level.

When they finally break apart, both are breathless and flushed with desire. It's a reminder that despite everything else, their love for each other is still alive and well...and that nothing - not even their children or the weight of their past mistakes - can ever truly diminish it. With renewed determination, she looks up at him and smiles, her eyes brimming with hope and promise. "Let's finish our talk later," she whispers, kissing his cheek before standing up to lead him back to bed. "There are more important things we can be doing right now."

Her answering smile holds all the promises and desires she keeps hidden beneath the surface; the things they've been missing out on during their quarrels and misunderstandings. "This," she says simply before pulling him back into her embrace, letting their bodies speak the language of love far more eloquently than any words ever could. In this moment, there is only them - their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined in a dance that has spanned lifetimes and will continue long into the future. The world may have changed around them, but their love remains constant; eternal and unyielding. And for now, that's enough.

Her laughter is soft and genuine as she slips her hands beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. "Maybe it's just that I finally remembered who I am, and who I want to be with," she whispers, pulling him closer still. With a final tug, his shirt falls away, revealing the smooth, toned muscle of his chest and abdomen. Her fingers trail lightly over his skin, marveling at the strength and power that lies beneath her touch.

There is no more hiding; no more pretending they aren't exactly what they are: in love, in lust...and completely and utterly inseparable from one another. With this understanding comes a sense of relief so profound it leaves them both shaking with emotion as their bodies align and melt together, as if they were always meant to be this way; perfectly fused into a single, unbroken whole. They are united now, not just physically but on every level; body, heart and soul. And as long as that connection remains intact, there is nothing they can't overcome...nothing they can't achieve together.

Without another word, she leans forward and presses their lips together in a kiss that scorches through her entire body like wildfire. It's hungry and desperate; the kind of kiss that tells him - without any doubt or hesitation - exactly how she feels and what she wants. Her hands move over his skin, tracing every line and curve as if etching them into her memory; as if this moment will never end. When they finally break apart, their breaths are ragged and unsteady, but her eyes meet his with a determination that brooks no argument: she is here, with him, now...and nothing else matters.

She smiles, the light in her eyes dimming only slightly as she whispers against his lips: "This. This is what I want." And with those words, she pours herself into their embrace; giving him everything she has and asking for nothing in return but the promise of more. Together, they are unstoppable; unbreakable. There is no doubt left between them, only certainty...and hope. Hope that this connection will last forever; hope that they will always find their way back to each other, no matter how far apart life might try to drive them. Because in the end, there is only one truth that matters: they are meant to be together, and nothing can change that fact.

Gasping at the unexpected sting, she arches into his touch; her body craving more contact with him. "Maybe I am," she whispers hoarsely, letting her fingers trail down his chest to tease the skin beneath his navel. Her hips rock against his, demanding the pleasure they both know he can give her. "But that doesn't mean you should be so rough."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, nervous anticipation coursing through her veins as she awaits his response; the feel of him inside her again. She shudders with need, wanting nothing more than to be claimed and consumed by this man who is everything to her: her lover, her partner, her friend...her other half. Together they will navigate the stormy waters of their relationship; together they can weather any storm that comes their way...because there is no one else she'd rather have at her side. No one she trusts more implicitly with her heart.

Her breath hitches at his words, her heart racing with remembered pleasure. "Yes," she whispers, arching further into his touch. "I remember." Their bodies fit together perfectly; their desires mirrored in every movement and murmur. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to him; of knowing that no matter what else life throws at them, they will always have this connection - this bond that nothing can ever truly break.

Her hands slide down his chest to his hips, tugging him closer still as she moans softly against his lips. "I want you," she whispers urgently. "Now." Her legs fall open invitingly, her body begging for the release and fulfillment only he can provide. He is her other half; her better half; her everything. And as they give in to their passion, as they lose themselves in each other's touch and rhythm, she knows with certainty that no matter what tomorrow brings or what hardships they may face along the way, this moment - this connection between them - will always be enough.

Her eyes fly open at his words, pleasure and desire mingling with shock and wonder as their bodies move together in a fierce, passionate rhythm. "Maybe..." she whispers, feeling her heart race in anticipation of the possibility. Even as they make love, the idea grows inside her; takes root deep within her soul, making her feel more alive than ever before.

She arches against him, moaning his name as he thrusts deeper, harder, their skin slapping together in a primal dance that tells of their shared history and promises an even brighter future. This man - this beautiful, flawed, incredible man who has been by her side through everything - is the only one she could ever imagine raising another child with...and it fills her heart with a love so overwhelming, so all-encompassing that she can barely contain it.

With each stroke of his hips against hers, she feels herself growing closer to him; becoming one with him in a way that transcends their physical connection. It's as if they are two halves of the same whole, finally reunited and made whole again through the power of their love. And as they reach their climax together, as their bodies shudder and convulse from the release of pleasure, she knows with certainty that there is nothing they cannot achieve...nothing they cannot overcome...together.

Panting, eyes still locked on his, she gives a throaty laugh between moans as their bodies continue to move together in sync. "You think so?" She asks playfully, feeling anew surge of affection for him. He's always been supportive; encouraging her to take care of herself even when he didn't understand it himself. The thought warms her heart and fuels their passion even more.

As they reach the height of pleasure once again, she feels her entire being connect with his on a level that words can't describe. With each stroke, she knows that they've grown closer; that the trust between them has only deepened. In this moment, all that matters is the bond they share and the future they are building together, one loving embrace at a time.

Her heart swells at his words; they echo through her like music, sending shivers down her spine and making her skin tingle with desire. Gazing up into his eyes, she whispers back, "I love you too." There's no hesitation in her voice; no doubt. She knows that he is hers and she is his, and for the first time in a long time, it feels right; perfect even. In this moment, they are unstoppable; unbreakable.

As their bodies reach the brink of ecstasy once again, she holds onto him tighter, feeling every inch of their entwined limbs as if they were part of her own flesh and bone. With a cry that is equal parts release and surrender, she gives herself over to the overwhelming pleasure, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together...and emerge stronger for it. For this love, this connection between them...is eternal; unyielding...and nothing else matters.

The words make her smile against his neck as they slowly come down from their high. "Well, you could always try being more attentive," she teases with a laugh, still savoring the closeness they share after their lovemaking. His comment only serves to deepen the blush creeping up her cheeks, but she doesn't mind it; not when they both know the truth behind his words. It's a comfortable feeling, this ease between them...and she hopes they can always find a way to keep it this way.

Even though they both know it's all in good fun, she can't help but feel a pang of affection as he teases her about her CEO status. It's not something she thinks much about these days; not when they're together like this. "Well," she begins with a laugh, tracing a finger across his chest, "I suppose I could spare some time for my handsome young assistant...as long as he doesn't forget who his boss is." She presses her lips to his and gives him a sultry smile that promises there's more where that came from - both in the bedroom and out.

As they continue to lie together, the weight of their conversation from earlier in the night feels lighter somehow; less ominous and more like an opportunity for growth. They may not have all the answers just yet, but at least now they know what direction to look in - toward each other and their unbreakable bond. And with that knowledge, she feels confident that whatever challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together...and come out stronger on the other side.

Leona laughs, pushing his hand away playfully. "Oh, you're so silly," she says between giggles. "But I suppose if anyone ever needs an example of what not to do in a relationship, they could always come to us." She nuzzles her nose into the crook of his neck and closes her eyes contentedly. For now, they can focus on being happy together; enjoying each other's company without worrying about the future or outside pressures. It feels good to just be, and she hopes that this newfound sense of peace and understanding will carry them forward into whatever challenges may lie ahead.

With a sigh, she relaxes against him, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her ear. "Thank you," she whispers quietly. "For tonight...for everything." Her words are barely audible, but the sincerity in them is unmistakable; her gratitude for their connection and the way they've managed to find their way back to each other, no matter how hard the journey was at times.

She giggles at his question and nods. "Yep, I think you met him that time when we had our big presentation and he was helping me get ready." As she thinks back on it, a smile spreads across her face. "He's actually quite good at his job...and very handsome too. I could see why you might mistake him for someone else," she teases gently.

With a contented sigh, she nestles deeper into the crook of Nico's neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cheek and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. "I don't know what we would do without each other," she whispers, taking comfort in the truth of those words. Despite everything they've been through, despite the obstacles that still stand between them, there is a connection between them that runs deeper than anything else...and she knows it will always be enough.

"Oh really?" She teases back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "So if he's so perfect, why haven't I ever heard you flirt with him? Maybe you should ask him out sometime." She laughs and playfully nudges him before pulling him closer, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her. Despite their banter, there's a sense of peace between them now that she hasn't felt in a long time; a comfort born from shared experience and a love that has endured through thick and thin.

As they drift off to sleep together, Leona can't help but wonder what the future holds for them. With newfound understanding comes hope, and with hope comes possibility. Together, she and Nico have faced adversity before; overcome obstacles that seemed insurmountable at the time. And as they lay there, side by side in the quiet darkness of their bedroom, she knows one thing for certain: no matter what challenges may come their way, they will always find a way to face them...together.

Smiling softly to herself, Leona makes her way downstairs, the soft material of Nico's shirt swishing against her thighs as she moves. She can't help but feel a twinge of regret that he isn't here when she reaches the kitchen; it had been so nice waking up like this, feeling their connection in a way that went beyond words and promises. Maybe later, they could...no, better not to think about it now.

As she enters the kitchen, she finds Nico at the stove, his back to her as he expertly flips pancakes in a sizzling skillet. The sight of him, so focused and in control yet still effortlessly sexy, brings a warmth to her chest that spreads through every fiber of her being. She approaches him quietly, not wanting to disturb his concentration, and carefully wraps her arms around his waist from behind. "Good morning," she whispers against the skin of his neck, nuzzling her nose into the soft flesh there.

Her laughter rings through the kitchen as she leans into his back, pressing her breasts against his warm skin. "Well," she teases, nibbling on his earlobe, "let's just say I'm not complaining about what I have in you." She moans softly as he lets out a pleased little grunt, his body responding to her touch even now, when they should be focused on breakfast. "But seriously," she continues, moving back to whisper into his ear again, "thank you for making me feel so welcome...so loved. It means more than you'll ever know."

With a contented sigh, she slips her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder as they watch him work together at the stove. Despite their playful banter and teasing, there is an unspoken understanding between them; a connection that runs deeper than words or promises. And as the pancakes sizzle and pop behind him, she knows with certainty that this bond will only grow stronger over time...no matter what challenges or obstacles they may face together in the future.

Blushing deeply, Leona tries to compose herself but can't help glancing over at Nico sheepishly as Lisa speaks. "Well, Lisa..." She trails off, unable to muster much of a defense beyond that. In truth, she's grateful for the distraction; it gives her something else to focus on besides how good he feels pressed against her back or the memory of their lovemaking earlier that morning.

"We were just talking about...um," she stammers, trying to think of an innocent topic as Nico finishes flipping the pancakes and turns around with a grin. "Oh, here they are! Freshly made for your enjoyment." He hands her a plate before turning to Lisa with a playful wink. "My chef skills never disappoint, do they?"

Taking a step forward, Leona meets Lisa's gaze and nods solemnly. "Yes, we really do mean it. We want you to be happy, and if getting a degree in culinary arts is what you want, then that's what we'll help you achieve." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "I remember how much passion I used to have for my work...how important it was to me. I think it's wonderful that you still feel that way, and I hope we can give you the support you need to pursue your dreams."

A smile tugs at her lips as she watches Lisa visibly soften, her expression mirroring the relief and gratitude Leona feels deep down. It's a small victory, but it's one that gives her hope for their future together - not just as mother and daughter, but as allies in parenthood and partners in life. She glances over at Nico, admiration and love filling her heart to overflowing. Together, they really can get through anything.

Surprise flashes across her face before she can mask it, and she turns to meet Nico's gaze with wide eyes. It takes her a moment to formulate a response, but when she does, she tries to sound casual despite the racing of her heart. "I don't know about that...but I suppose it's not impossible. We'd have to talk about it." She smiles softly at him, her expression telling him exactly how she feels: grateful, excited, and a little bit nervous all at once.

The thought of raising another child together fills her with a sense of anticipation and purpose, and she can't help but wonder what their life would be like if they did decide to go down that path. As she stands there, wrapped in Nico's warm embrace and sharing this moment with him, she knows without a doubt that no matter what challenges the future holds or what obstacles they may face, they will always have each other...and their family.

Blushing deeply, Leona quickly crosses her arms over her chest in self-consciousness. "Oh, um...well...it was just..." She trails off, feeling embarrassed and grateful for the distraction at the same time. Fortunately, Nico seems to sense her discomfort and steps forward to deflect attention away from her.

"Lisa, I'm sure you remember how it is when your parents are in love. Sometimes...things happen that make us a bit tired during the day," he says with a wink. "But we wouldn't change a thing." His words bring a warmth to Leona's chest, and she finds herself nodding in agreement.

"He has a point, Lisa," she says softly, meeting her daughter's gaze. "It's nice to know that your father and I can still share those moments together...even all these years later." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she thinks about how lucky they all are to have each other.

It's funny how children can see things so clearly sometimes. "Yes," she says with a laugh, looking over at Nico fondly. "We've been together for most of our lives, haven't we? It's only natural that the love between us would grow stronger over time." She smiles up at him, feeling grateful not only for their past but also for their future...and everything they've shared along the way.

As if sensing her thoughts, Nico pulls her closer and gives her a tender kiss on the forehead before whispering something in her ear that makes her blush even deeper. It's moments like these that remind Leona why she loves him so much - and why she knows, no matter what challenges they face together, their bond will only become stronger with each passing day.

Her eyes widen as the realization dawns on her. "Wait...you did that on purpose?" she asks incredulously, trying not to smile too broadly despite herself. "That was such a sweet thing to do! Thank you." She reaches over and squeezes his hand, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of how much he must care for her, even if it's just in small ways like this.

"But why did you have to go through all that trouble? I mean, we both knew I was only teasing..." she trails off, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. Nico gives her a wry smile in return, shrugging one shoulder as if it were no big deal.

"I just wanted to prove a point, you know?" he says with a chuckle. "That even though we're both grown-ups and CEO of our own companies...we can still have some fun." She grins back at him, feeling grateful for their relationship and all the little ways they find to make each other happy.

The thought of it brings a smile to her lips as they pull into the driveway of their sprawling estate. "Well," she begins, taking a deep breath and looking at him out of the corner of her eye, "thank you. For everything...it really means a lot." Her voice is quiet but sincere; there's an emotion in her tone that tells him more than any words could.

As they climb out of the car, she takes his hand and leads him toward the house, already imagining how wonderful it will be to spend some quality time together later on tonight - maybe even rekindling that passion they shared earlier in their bedroom...only this time with no distractions or obstacles getting in their way. The future looks bright for them, and she can't wait to see where the journey takes them next.

"Angry? Why on earth would I be angry about that?" she asks with a puzzled frown, her grip on his hand tightening reassuringly. "That was so sweet of you! I can't believe you went through all that trouble just to make me feel special." As they reach the front door, she turns to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of uncertainty or worry. "I love you, Nico," she whispers, reaching up on her tiptoes to brush a tender kiss across his lips. "And I'm so grateful for everything you do...for who you are."

His expression softens at her words, and he cups her face in his hands, pulling her closer still. "I love you too, Leona," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "And I promise to always make sure that you know it...in every way possible." Then, with a small laugh, he adds, "Even if it means swapping assistants behind your back."

She giggles and leans into him, relishing the feel of his strong arms around her. Together, they step inside their home, ready to face whatever challenges or joys come their way...together.

"Nico," she says gently, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand. "There's nothing childish about how you feel. We both went through a lot over the years...and we've been apart for so long. It's only natural that these feelings would surface from time to time." She smiles reassuringly, hoping that he can hear the sincerity in her voice. "But I want you to know something: there is no one else who could ever take your place in my heart...and nothing will ever change that."

She leans forward and presses a soft kiss against his lips, hoping it will convey the depth of her feelings for him. He returns the kiss with equal passion, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pulling her even closer. It's in moments like these that she feels most connected to him; when their love overcomes all obstacles and fears, making them stronger together than they ever were apart.

A wry smile tugs at her lips as she hears his question. "No," she says with a laugh, shaking her head. "It's sweet that you care so much...but I think they're both really good at their jobs, even if it means I get to see more of you." She glances up at him from beneath her lashes, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks relieved by her answer but also a little surprised; perhaps he wasn't expecting her to be so understanding. "Besides," she continues with a mischievous grin, "maybe this way I can get some extra help with my work...and we'll both benefit."

Their gazes lock as they share a moment of silent understanding. Yes, there will always be challenges in their relationship - obstacles to overcome and differences to navigate around. But deep down, they know that the love between them is stronger than any of those things...and it's what will ultimately keep them together for the rest of their lives.

"Well," she says with a playful shrug, "you know what they say about too much of a good thing...sometimes it's nice to have some variety in our lives." She leans against him as he leads her further into the house, enjoying the feel of his strong arm around her waist. "And I have to admit...it is kind of fun having you here more often. It makes me realize how much I've missed your company over the years."

A smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at him, her heart filling with gratitude and love for this man who has become such an important part of her life once again. They may have faced many challenges together in the past, but she's positive that whatever lies ahead will only serve to make their bond stronger...and their love more unbreakable.

She laughs softly, brushing away a stray lock of hair that has fallen across his forehead. "You know how it is," she says with a shrug. "Life gets busy, and sometimes we forget to take care of the things that really matter...like our love for each other." She reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of his jaw before returning to caress his lips.

As they stand there together, lost in the moment and the memories, she feels a sudden surge of hope well up within her. It's as if their connection has been reignited, stronger and brighter than ever before. And for the first time in years, she knows that no matter what challenges they face or how far apart they may be in the future, they will always find their way back to each other...back into this perfect moment where nothing else matters but the love they share.

As they enter the living room and spot the evidence scattered across the floor, a warm blush creeps up her cheeks. "I'm not sure if I should be surprised or relieved," she says with a laugh, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach. "It's about time she had some love in her life." She meets Nico's eyes and sees the same mixture of emotions mirrored there: amusement, pride...and perhaps just a touch of worry.

"We should talk to her," he says, gesturing toward the clothes with one eyebrow raised in question. "Make sure she knows what she's getting into." Leona nods in agreement, though she can't help but feel grateful that their daughter has found someone special in her life...and that they get to share these moments together as a family.

"I think we should just be happy for them," she says quietly, "and support them however we can." Together, they begin picking up the scattered items of clothing and replacing them on their rightful owners' bodies. It's a task that forces them to work closely together, their hands brushing against each other as they sort through items...an unspoken understanding passing between them with every touch.

As they restore order to the room, Leona can't help but feel hopeful for what the future holds not only for Lisa and her new beau, but also for Nico and her. Despite all they've been through over the years, their love has survived...and thrived. And as long as they keep that flame burning brightly within them, she knows that there is nothing they cannot overcome together.

Leona giggles as she imagines the horror on Lisa's face when Nico confronts her about these details, but there's an amused smile on hers too. "That'll teach them not to sneak behind our backs," she says with a laugh, finishing up folding a shirt and handing it over to him. "But deep down, we're really happy for them, aren't we?"

Nico takes the shirt from her, his eyes meeting hers briefly before they dart away again. There's an awkward silence as he contemplates her words, and Leona finds herself hoping that he understands how much she means them...how grateful she is for this newfound closeness between them.

Finally, he smiles at her, his expression softening. "Yes," he says quietly. "I am happy for them. And I'm even happier to have you by my side through all of it." Leona feels a warmth spread through her chest at the thought, and she reaches out to take his hand, squeezing it gently in response.

"Me too," she whispers. "Always." As they finish picking up the last of their things and head toward the bedroom, there's an unspoken understanding between them that everything is going to be alright...and that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together...as a family.

A giggle escapes her lips as she imagines the scene you described, and she can't help but feel relieved that they seem to be on the same page when it comes to protecting their daughter...and maybe having a little fun along the way. As they enter the bedroom, she looks around with interest, considering all the possibilities that now exist in this space they share. Perhaps this could be the start of something new for them, too.

With a mischievous grin, she reaches out to wrap her arms around Nico's neck and pull him close. "What do you say we take advantage of our newfound free time together?" she whispers into his ear before leaning in to brush her lips against his. The spark between them flares hotter at her touch, and she feels her heart race with anticipation for what comes next.

Her cheeks flush at the memory, and she shivers with delight as he cups her bottom, drawing her closer still. "Mmm...but I think we should focus on ourselves for a little while longer," she breathes into his ear, nipping playfully at his lobe before trailing kisses along his jawline. "Besides," she adds with a wink, "I want to make sure you're all better."

As they continue exploring each other in the privacy of their bedroom, it becomes clear that there is no end to the passion and desire that still burns between them. It has been years since they've had the chance to be this close, this intimate...and they both know how precious every moment together truly is. With each touch, each moan, they are reaffirming their love for one another - proving that no matter what life throws at them, they will always find their way back to where they belong...in each other's arms.

Chuckling softly, she nestles closer to Nico, tracing lazy circles on his bare chest with her fingertip. "Yes," she whispers, lacing their fingers together. "Let's go meet them...and see how they explain this little mess." She takes a deep breath, feeling both excitement and curiosity about what the future holds for everyone involved. Together, they make their way out of the bedroom, ready to face whatever challenges or joys may lie ahead...as a united family.

Smiling sweetly despite her husband's protective stance, she steps forward. "It seems we both had the same idea," she says with a laugh, gesturing toward Lisa and her date. "But that's alright...we're all family here." She glances at Nico, hoping he takes her cue to relax his guard ever so slightly; while she understands his need to protect them both, she also wants them to be able to interact with their daughter and her new friend without feeling suffocated.

"Now," she continues, "why don't you two introduce yourselves properly? We're sure you have a lot to talk about." Her tone is gentle but firm, conveying the message that it's time for everyone to get comfortable with this new situation and move forward together as a united front.

"Oh," Lisa blurts out, clearly taken aback by her father's boldness. "Well...um..." She glances uncertainly between them before finally nodding. "Y-yes, of course he is." She steps closer to the boy and gently takes his arm from Nico, shooting him a small smile in thanks.

The tension eases somewhat as they all begin to talk over one another, making plans for dinner and sharing stories about their day. Leona watches with satisfaction as her husband gradually relaxes his guard, allowing them all to mingle more naturally. Perhaps there's hope yet for a smooth transition into this new phase of their lives...with both parental oversight and mutual understanding playing key roles in its success.

"Oh, you were perfectly charming," she teases with a laugh, sitting down beside him on the couch. "And I'm sure Lisa's boyfriend doesn't need to see your army photos quite yet." She glances over at their daughter's bedroom door, feeling a mixture of pride and anxiety for how they've handled things so far. "But," she continues, turning back to Nico with a reassuring smile, "I think you and I both know that it'll take some time for all of us to adjust."

Nodding in agreement, he takes her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Yes," he says quietly. "But as long as we face it together...as a family...I believe we can make this work." The sincerity in his voice touches her heart, and she leans closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Me too," she whispers. "Always."

Chuckling, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him lightly on the cheek. "You're incorrigible," she teases, settling more comfortably in his lap. "But I suppose a little bit of that charm can go a long way." Glancing toward their daughter's bedroom door again, she adds with an amused smile, "As long as he doesn't realize how easily you can be manipulated."

"Ha!" Nico protests, feigning indignation. "I am not easily manipulated," he insists, nuzzling her neck and planting a kiss just below her earlobe. His warm breath sends shivers down her spine, and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Lucky for me, then," she whispers huskily, "that I have you right where I want you." Her hand finds its way to his chest, tracing lazy circles on his bare skin as they continue to watch and wait...together.

She tilts her head back to look at him, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "Is that so?" she teases playfully, feeling a burst of excitement course through her veins as their flirtatious banter escalates. Despite the gravity of the situation with Lisa and her new love interest, it's moments like these when they can simply be together that truly make everything feel right in the world.

As if sensing her thoughts, Nico's gaze grows more intense, piercing straight through to her soul. "No," he says softly, cupping her face with one hand, "I don't think you have any idea how easily I fall under your spell." His thumb gently strokes the skin above her upper lip, sending tingles down her spine and making it impossible for her to resist him any longer.

Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, deep and hungry, as if they've been apart for far too long and this moment is all that matters. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other's embrace, relishing the feel of skin on skin and the electricity that crackles between them whenever their eyes meet.

It's a reminder that no matter what life throws at them, they will always find solace in one another...and that their love is strong enough to withstand anything. And as long as they have each other, nothing else truly matters.

She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something more. "Maybe I'll just have to work harder then," she teases, tracing his jawline with her fingertips before threading her hands through his hair and pulling him closer for another kiss. It's a delicious dance of power and submission that never fails to leave them both breathless and wanting more. Even as they banter back and forth, their bodies speak a language all their own, telling stories of love, lust, and the deep connection that binds them together.

For now, there's no need to worry about Lisa or her boyfriend; nothing else seems to matter as much as being in this moment with Nico. They can face whatever challenges may come tomorrow, but for tonight...tonight is theirs. And she intends to savor every second of it.

Blushing furiously, Leona pouts and fake grumbles as he spanks her ass before turning to head down the hallway toward their bedroom. "Fine," she calls over her shoulder, "but I want you to know that if anyone appreciates my assets more than you do, they better be prepared for some serious competition." With a mischievous wink, she disappears around the corner, eager to find something sexy to wear for their special night together.

As she finishes dressing in a pair of fitted jeans and a silky blouse that clings enticingly to her curves, Leona takes a moment to study herself in the mirror. With a satisfied smile, she decides that whatever Nico has planned for dinner, they'll just have to wait until dessert to enjoy it. Winking at her reflection, she adjusts her hair and slips on a pair of heels before heading back out into the hallway toward the sounds of clanging pots from the kitchen. The anticipation is almost unbearable...and she can't wait to see what kind of mischief they get up to tonight.

Leona arches an eyebrow, feigning innocence as she leans against the counter beside him. "Oh, is that what you meant?" She runs her fingers through his hair teasingly before pulling a stool out and climbing onto it, sitting primly with her legs crossed at the knee. "Well, maybe I just like the way these clothes make me feel," she says with a sultry smile.

"And how am I supposed to compete with that?" Nico asks with a mixture of annoyance and desire, unable to resist looking up from his cooking every few seconds to steal another glance at her. She grins impishly in response, leaning forward on her elbows as she watches him work. The anticipation of the night grows thick between them, making even the simplest movements seem charged with electricity.

Chuckling softly, Leona nods in agreement. "Of course," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But just because we have to behave doesn't mean we can't have some fun first, right?" She gives him a wink before leaning forward to kiss his cheek playfully. The warmth from their bodies touching sends tingles through both of them, and it's hard not to get caught up in the excitement building between them.

As they continue to cook together, their banter and flirting only seem to intensify, filling the air with laughter and promises of what lies ahead. And even though there's still a bit of uncertainty about the future, it's moments like these that make Leona feel sure of one thing: no matter what happens from here on out, she has Nico by her side...and that's all she needs.

Leona can't help but feel a little pleased when Max glances her way, though she tries not to make it too obvious. There's something about the attention that makes her heart race just a bit faster and puts a smile on her face. She exchanges amused looks with Nico, who seems equally entertained by the whole thing. They both know how important it is for Lisa to feel secure in this new relationship, but they can't help but enjoy the thrill of having an extra person to tease and banter with at the table.

As the dinner winds down and dessert arrives, Leona takes Nico's hand beneath the table, squeezing it gently as a reminder that even though they might be playing nice for now, there are still plenty of opportunities for some naughty fun once everyone has gone home. The thought makes her heart race with anticipation and sends shivers down her spine. Tonight promises to be eventful, to say the least...and Leona is ready for whatever comes their way.

"Maybe just a little," she admits with a smile, though there's an undeniable edge of challenge in her voice. "But it's nice to know I still have you, isn't it?" She leans against the counter nearby, feeling playful and flirtatious despite the late hour.

Nico glances up from his dishwashing, a knowing smile curving his lips. "Oh, I think we both know who you'd rather have around," he teases before returning to his task. Her heart skips a beat at the words, and she feels her cheeks flush with heat.

Leona laughs softly, her voice filled with amusement and affection. "Yes, I suppose that's true," she allows with a sigh. "But sometimes..." She trails off, trying to find the right words before continuing, "Sometimes it's nice to have someone who really understands you...you know?" Her gaze drifts to Nico, and she can feel the love they share swirling around them like a tangible thing.

Nico stops washing dishes for a moment, setting aside the sponge. "Yes," he says quietly, reaching out to cup her cheek with his free hand, "I do know." There's a tenderness in his touch that makes her heart ache in a way it hasn't in years, and she leans into him without hesitation, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss. It's not about teasing or competition tonight; it's simply about the two of them, connected by a bond stronger than time or circumstance.

As they stand there together, wrapped in each other's arms beneath the warm glow of the kitchen lights, she knows that no matter what the future holds, this moment...this love...is everything. And she vows to cherish it always.

Leona laughs softly, her breath fanning across his fingers as he cups her cheek. "Oh?" she teases playfully, arching an eyebrow. "And what might that be, oh wise one?" Her tone is light and flirty, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface; the thought of playing along with whatever game Nico has in mind fills her with anticipation.

"Well," he drawls, leaning closer so their faces are mere inches apart, "let's just say that for every minute you spent daydreaming about Max, you owe me a kiss...and we have quite the backlog to make up for." His voice is warm and seductive, sending shivers down her spine as she feels his breath caress her lips.

"Is that so?" she whispers, feigning reluctance even as her heart races with anticipation. Her eyes flicker down to where their bodies are pressed together, and a thrill of desire coursing through her. "Then I guess I better get started," she murmurs before pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless and aching for more.

Leona pouts playfully, following him into the bedroom with a sway in her hips. "But we just got started! How am I supposed to make up for all of that if I can't...you know?" She trails off suggestively, moving closer until their bodies are pressed against each other once more.

Nico laughs, sliding his hands into her hair and pulling her head back gently so he can meet her eyes. "Oh, I think I have just the thing in mind for you," he says with a wicked grin. "But first...you should get undressed." His voice is husky and commanding, sending shivers down her spine as he releases her hair to skim his fingers across her exposed collarbone.

Chuckling, she rolls her eyes but doesn't protest as he helps undress her, his hands moving with a possessive determination that leaves her breathless. "Fine, smartass," she murmurs between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands up his chest, relishing the feel of skin on skin. "But you owe me." Her voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of need in it that she can't quite hide.

As they shed their clothes, Leona can feel their familiar rhythm returning; the dance of power and desire that only they share. It grounds her, reminding her that no matter how much has changed or might change in the future, this one thing will always be a constant: their love for each other, unyielding and eternal. And with that knowledge burning bright within her, she gives herself over to him entirely.

"Hmmph," she huffs, grinning playfully as she arches her back when he spanks her ass. "Fine then," she says with a nod, looking pointedly at the bed. "If I can't enjoy the view, neither should you." With a teasing smile and a wink, she slides out of his embrace, crawling naked across the sheets toward him. "But first..." She pauses dramatically, tilting her head back and stretching lazily before reaching behind her to untie the sash around his waist. "I've always wanted to try this," she says with a grin, yanking it free and revealing his perfectly sculpted abs beneath.

With a wicked glint in her eye, she swings it playfully over his head before letting it fall limply to the bed beside him. "There you go," she purrs, moving closer so their bodies are pressed against each other once more. "That's better...now I don't have anything to worry about distracting me." Leaning up, she brushes her lips against his before running her tongue along his jawline. "You can just watch," she whispers huskily, trailing kisses down his chest toward the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms.

It's a game they both know how to play; one filled with teasing and taunting, dominance and submission. And as their bodies begin to move together in the familiar rhythm of passionate lovemaking, it feels as if nothing else matters; not Lisa or her boyfriend, not even the changes that lie ahead. For now, they have each other, and that's all that truly matters.

"Oh?" She feigns innocence as she continues her ministrations, tracing lazy circles around his nipple with her tongue before encircling it with her lips. "And what did you have in mind?" she asks, arching an eyebrow suggestively. Her hands wander down his abdomen, skimming the smooth skin and drawing tiny circles over his hip bone before moving lower still, until they brush against the soft curls at the base of his erection. "Or maybe you wanted me to use my hands?" She lets her fingertips tease him through the fabric of his pajama bottoms, relishing the feel of him growing harder and more needy beneath her touch.

With a mischievous grin, she reaches down between them, freeing him from his confines and taking him fully into her hand. Her grip is firm but gentle, stroking him in long, slow draws as she lifts her eyes to meet his. "Is this more like it?" she asks with a knowing smile, enjoying the way he shudders at her touch.

Niall groans softly, thrusting against her hand as she works him faster and faster. His hips arch off the bed, desperate for contact as he loses himself in the sensation of her touch. And with every stroke of her hand, every taste of his skin on her tongue, she knows that this - right here, right now - is exactly where they belong: together.

Their lovemaking is fierce and urgent, each moan and gasp heightening the other's pleasure as they race toward their shared release. But even as their bodies collide in a frenzy of movement and sound, there's an underlying current of tenderness that makes it somehow sweeter: this is more than just sex; it

Leona arches her back when he squeezes her breast, moaning softly into his kiss as she tangles her fingers in his hair. "What do you mean?" She asks between pants, feeling a surge of possessiveness and desire flood her system at the implication that someone else might have seen her like this. Her hips buck up against him, demanding more contact as she pushes herself closer to orgasm.

As their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, his words only seem to fuel her need for dominance; for him to admit that no one compares to her, and that tonight, right now, they are the only ones who matter. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she feels herself tremble on the brink of release. "Tell me," she whispers between kisses, her breath hot against his skin, "that I'm the only one..."

Her heart soars at his words, the admission wrapping around her like a warm blanket on a cold night. With one last push, she reaches her peak, her body arching off the bed as a scream tears from her throat. As she comes apart in his arms, all of the tension and worry melt away, replaced by an intense sense of satisfaction and connection that can only come from sharing this moment with him. His name is a mantra on her lips as her body convulses with pleasure, the release washing over her in a warm wave that leaves her shaking and gasping for breath. As the last tremors subside, she collapses against his chest, limp and boneless. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, threading her fingers through his hair as she nuzzles into his neck. "For everything." And it's true; there is no one else in the world that could have made this moment what it was: perfect. Even if their future holds uncertainty and change, at least they know they can always have this: each other, bound together by love and desire, forever.

She laughs, pressing a kiss to his bare chest before resting her forehead against him again. "You're impossible," she murmurs affectionately. "But thank you." The weight of their words hangs in the air between them like a heavy curtain, obscuring the image of their future but not its potential. They may have to work hard and adjust to new circumstances, but as long as they have each other...she's not sure she could face anything that comes their way alone.

With a sigh, she shifts in his arms, running her hand up and down his chest lazily. "So," she says with a yawn, "where were we before this all happened?" Her voice is heavy with sleep, but there's still a teasing glint in her eye as she looks at him expectantly.

He rolls them both to the side, pressing her back into the mattress and stretching out beside her. His hand finds hers, lacing their fingers together before curling around hers, pulling it up to his lips for a soft kiss. "I believe we were discussing my cooking," he says with a grin. "How did you like what I made tonight?"

She laughs softly at his teasing remark, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Well," she says with an amused grin, "it wasn't bad...for a guy." Her eyes drift shut as he continues to rub her ear, the warmth and closeness of his touch lulling her into contented silence. With a sigh, she surrenders to sleep, her breath growing deeper and more even as she lets herself be swept away by the comfort of his arms.

Nico watches her for a moment, marveling at how easily she can make everything seem effortless - from business deals to dinner conversations to surrendering into slumber. And despite the fact that their life is about to change in ways they could never have imagined, he knows one thing for certain: as long as Leona's with him, he'll always feel like they can face anything together...no matter what lies ahead.

Her breathing slows, her body relaxing into sleep as the warmth of his touch spreads through her. She doesn't know what the future holds, but with Nico by her side, she feels a sense of peace that nothing could take away. Her eyes flutter closed, and soon the world fades away, replaced by dreams of endless possibilities and the man she loves.

As they sleep, their hands remain intertwined, their bodies pressed together in a silent promise: no matter what life throws at them, they'll face it together...and always find a way to make it better.

Frowning, she sits up in bed, stretching lazily and yawning before glancing at the clock. He's gone so early every morning... She wonders if he ever stays in just to be with her. A pang of loneliness hits her as she thinks about how little time they spend together anymore, even though it seems like they've always got something pressing to deal with.

Shaking off the thought, she decides that today will be different; she'll find some way to make sure Nico spends at least part of his day with her. Her mind wanders as she dresses, wondering what kind of activity he would enjoy... Something outdoorsy, perhaps? Or maybe something a little more adventurous, like trying a new restaurant or visiting a museum?

With renewed determination, she grabs her phone and starts searching for ideas. Whatever it takes, she's going to make this the best day they've had together in a long time.

Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees him standing there, looking so strong and vital. A wave of desire swirls through her as she takes in the broad expanse of his back and the lean muscles of his arms, but beneath that there's a deeper sense of longing for the connection they used to share. She fights back a sigh before clearing her throat, trying to sound casual. "Good morning," she says as she steps closer, reaching out to run her fingers through his damp hair. "You made breakfast?"

Nico turns at the touch and flashes her a pleased smile, their eyes meeting over her hand in his hair. "Well, you said you were going to get up early today...so I figured I'd make it worth your while," he teases back. His fingers entwine with hers, drawing her closer still as he leans down to kiss her lingeringly before straightening again.

"So, what did you have in mind for us today?"

"Well," she says with a hesitant smile, "actually I was hoping we could spend some time together." She glances down at the counter before looking back up at him shyly. "Maybe we could try something new, like going to an art gallery or a museum? Or exploring one of those new restaurants that's been getting rave reviews?" Her cheeks flush at the thought of spending quality time with her husband, and she can't help but hope he'll say yes.

Nico studies her face for a moment, his expression softening as he takes in the eagerness and longing there. "I'd like that," he says finally, reaching out to cup her cheek. "But only if you promise me one thing." Her heart skips a beat as she leans into his touch. "What's that?"

"That we can make time for each other, no matter what else is going on in our lives," he tells her seriously. "Because I think...I think we both need more of that." His thumb strokes gently over her bottom lip as they hold each other's gaze, and Leona feels a lump forming in her throat at the depth of emotion she sees there.

"Of course," she whispers. "You have my word." And with those simple words, a new understanding is born between them; one that promises to shape their future together in ways they could never have imagined before.

"Hmm...," Leona muses thoughtfully, glancing at Nico before turning back to their daughter with a wry smile. "Well, dear, we'll have to see when your mother and I will be gone exactly. But if it happens to coincide with a weekend, I don't see why not," she says playfully, ruffling Lisa's hair affectionately.

Nico smirks at the exchange but remains quiet, content to watch them interact from the sidelines. He knows that they will always be there for each other, no matter how far apart their lives may take them - and he finds comfort in that thought as he continues to prepare breakfast.

Lisa laughs at her father's teasing remark, rolling her eyes good-naturedly before glancing between them. "You guys are so weird sometimes," she says with a smile, but there's a fondness in her voice that makes it clear how much she truly means it. She reaches across the table to squeeze both of their hands in gratitude before digging into her breakfast.

As they eat, the atmosphere in the kitchen remains warm and comfortable; conversation flows easily as they discuss plans for the day ahead and share stories from their respective lives. Leona can't help but feel grateful for this moment with her family - one of many she hopes to have in the future, now that the path forward seems clearer than ever before.

Lisa snorts in disbelief, rolling her eyes once more. "You wish, Dad," she says good-naturedly before turning back to her food. "Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that my friends and I are all going on a road trip this weekend. So don't plan anything important!"

Leona laughs at the reminder, reaching across to squeeze Lisa's hand again in understanding. "Well, we'll miss you," she says with a smile. "But as long as you call and check in, we'll be fine." She exchanges a meaningful glance with Nico before continuing, "Just promise us you'll have fun, okay?"

Nico nods in agreement, echoing her sentiment with an affectionate smile. Lisa grins at the display of unity between them and takes another bite of bacon, feeling grateful for the close-knit family she has - no matter what changes may lie ahead.