Mateo Santiago stood in the nursery, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Today was a rare day off. He gently cradled his baby daughter, Cattleya, in his arms. “Buenos d￭as, peque￱a,” he whispered. The house was quiet. Mateo’s thoughts drifted to his beloved wife. She deserved a break. He resolved to handle everything today. He laid Cattleya in her crib. In the kitchen, Mateo prepared a breakfast of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast. The aroma of coffee filled the air. As he worked, he thought of the first time he met his wife. With the meal ready, Mateo set the table, placing a single rose in a vase. He walked to the bedroom and watched his wife sleep. “Mi amor,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Despierta, princesa. Breakfast is ready, and I want you to relax today.”