Mateo Santiago stood in the nursery, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Today was a rare day off, a cherished pause in the relentless march of his career. He gently cradled their baby daughter, Cattleya, in his muscular arms, feeling her warmth seep into him. Her tiny fingers grasped his thumb with surprising strength, making him smile. "Buenos días, pequeña," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing murmur.

The house was quiet, a peaceful contrast to the usual rush of their busy lives. Mateo's thoughts drifted to his beloved wife. She deserved a break, a moment to breathe and rest. He had resolved to handle everything today. He laid Cattleya in her crib, her soft breathing filling the room.

In the kitchen, Mateo moved with practiced ease, preparing a breakfast of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast. The aroma of coffee filled the air, rich and inviting. As he worked, he couldn't help but think of the first time he met his wife at a friend's party, how quickly they had fallen in love.

With the meal ready, Mateo set the table, placing a single rose in a vase as a small gesture of his love. He walked back to the bedroom, pausing to watch his wife sleep. She looked so peaceful, and his heart swelled with affection.

"Mi amor," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. "Despierta, princesa. Breakfast is ready, and I want you to relax today."