**Scene 1: A Magical Day at the Office**
Sabastian sat at his grand desk, reviewing important documents related to his duties as both the Defense Minister of Italy and head of the Italian magical community. Despite his prestigious position, today was special. Sitting on his lap, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement, was his six-year-old son, Siddharth.
"Papa! Papa!" Siddharth tugged at his father’s sleeve. "Can you show me more magic? Pleeease!"
Sabastian chuckled, ruffling Siddharth’s long, black hair. "Alright, little prince, but only one more. You have to promise not to tell Mama I’m spoiling you with magic, okay?"
Siddharth’s face lit up with excitement, his sapphire-blue eyes sparkling like stars. "I promise! I promise!" he said eagerly, bouncing up and down on his father’s lap.
Sabastian raised his hand, and with a simple wave, he made tiny sparks of golden light float around the room. The lights danced and swirled, forming shapes of animals and stars, mesmerizing Siddharth. The boy’s laughter echoed through the office, his joy contagious.
As Sabastian’s assistant entered the room, she saw Siddharth perched on his father’s shoulders, clapping his hands in delight. "More! More, Papa!" Siddharth demanded, his small hands reaching up to grab at the magical lights.
The assistant, along with a few other staff members, chuckled softly at the sight. Sabastian, usually so serious and composed, was now just a father indulging his little boy.
"Minister, it seems you’ve got your hands full today," one of the workers teased with a grin.
Sabastian grinned back, not even bothering to maintain his usual formal demeanor. "Yes, my most demanding client yet!" He lifted Siddharth up and placed him gently on his shoulders, the boy’s giggles filling the room as they walked around.
"Papa, you’re so tall now!" Siddharth exclaimed, tugging at Sabastian’s hair. "Do the magic again! Please, one more time!"
The assistant shook her head, still laughing. "Minister, you might be the richest and most powerful man in the magical world, but it seems your son’s requests are the hardest to deny."
Sabastian smiled warmly, looking up at Siddharth. "I suppose when your boss is this cute, you do as he says."
Siddharth clapped his hands again, his laughter bubbling over as his father made another small burst of magical lights float around them.
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**Scene 2: Home, Love, and Magic**
Later that afternoon, after a long day at the office, Sabastian and Siddharth arrived home. Charlotte was waiting for them by the door, her face lighting up as soon as she saw her boys. The moment Siddharth ran into her arms, she scooped him up and hugged him tightly.
"Oh, my little man!" Charlotte exclaimed, kissing Siddharth’s cheeks, forehead, and nose. "This day felt so long without you! I missed you so much!"
Siddharth giggled, wrapping his arms around her neck. "Mama! I missed you too! But Papa showed me magic! It was so cool! Can you do magic too, Mama?"
Charlotte smiled, lifting Siddharth onto her shoulders, just like Sabastian had done earlier. "Did he, now? Your Papa can’t keep all the fun to himself, can he?"
As they walked out into the garden, Charlotte set Siddharth down on the grass and brought him a bowl of his favorite fruit salad—strawberries, blueberries, and a few other fruits mixed in. "Here you go, my love. Eat up."
But Siddharth, too excited by the magic he had seen earlier, pushed the bowl away gently. "No, Mama, no fruit right now. Show me magic! Like Papa did! Please, Mama, pleeeease?" he begged, his voice soft and sweet, the innocent excitement of a child who thought the world was filled with endless wonder.
Charlotte couldn't resist him. His wide blue eyes, shining with curiosity, melted her heart. "Alright, alright, my little prince," she said, standing up and waving her hand.
From her fingertips, tiny stars began to appear, glowing brightly against the fading sunlight. They floated gently down, surrounding Siddharth like a halo of light. Then, with a flick of her wrist, small magical animals appeared—tiny rabbits, birds, and deer, all dancing around him.
Siddharth’s eyes grew even wider, and his face broke into a huge smile. "Wow, Mama! Look! Look at them!" he shouted, reaching out to try and touch the magical animals. "This is the best magic ever!"
Charlotte froze for a moment, staring at her son in pure adoration. His face was glowing with happiness, and his blue eyes sparkled like diamonds. It was in these small, fleeting moments that she felt her heart overflow with love for the boy she called her son.
"He’s so beautiful," she whispered, almost to herself. "I still can’t believe he’s ours."
Sabastian had been standing at the edge of the garden, watching quietly. As he saw Siddharth’s excitement, he couldn’t help but smile. "He has that effect, doesn’t he?" Sabastian said softly, coming to stand beside Charlotte. "Every time I look at him, I feel like the luckiest man in the world."
Charlotte nodded, her eyes still fixed on Siddharth as he giggled and clapped his hands, the magical stars and animals dancing around him. "He’s our miracle, Sabastian. I don’t know how I could ever love anything more."
Sabastian reached out and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his gaze soft. "Neither do I. He’s everything to us, Charlotte."
Siddharth, noticing his parents standing together, ran up to them, his little arms outstretched. "Mama! Papa! Did you see the stars? Did you see the bunnies? They’re so cute!"
Charlotte bent down and scooped him up, holding him close. "Yes, my love, I saw them. You make everything so much more magical."
Sabastian joined in, wrapping his arms around both Charlotte and Siddharth. "Every day with you is magic, little one," he whispered, kissing Siddharth’s forehead. "Now, let’s head inside. Tomorrow, we’ll have more fun, but for tonight, let’s just enjoy being together."
Siddharth snuggled into his mother’s arms, a content smile on his face. "Okay, Papa. But can we do more magic tomorrow?"
Charlotte and Sabastian exchanged a loving glance, both knowing they would do anything for their boy.
"Of course, Siddharth," Charlotte said softly, kissing his head. "Tomorrow, and every day after that."
