In the whirlwind of her busy schedule, Iris made it a point to carve out time for the most important person in her life—her son, Inigo.
Despite the long days filled with photoshoots, events, and interviews, she never let a day pass without calling to check in on him.
Each time her phone rang and his name appeared on the screen, a wave of warmth and love washed over her, providing her with the strength she needed to push through the exhaustion.
On days when the demands of the fashion world felt overwhelming, Iris would steal away to a quiet corner backstage or retreat to her hotel room for a moment of solitude.
Dialing Inigo's number, she would hear his cheerful voice on the other end, and all her worries would fade, if only for a moment.
"Hi, Mommy!" Inigo would exclaim, his excitement infectious. "Did you walk on the big runway today?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I did!" Iris would reply, her heart swelling with pride. "And I thought of you the whole time. I wore something sparkly just like you like!"
"Cool! Can I see it?" he would ask eagerly, his imagination running wild.
"Of course! I'll send you some pictures," she promised, knowing how much he loved to see her in her element.
Their conversations became a lifeline for Iris, grounding her amidst the chaos of her career. She loved hearing about his day, his little adventures, and the games he played.
Inigo was her anchor, a reminder of the love and joy that awaited her at home, far removed from the glitz and glamor of the runway.
Even when fatigue set in, Iris found strength in these moments. Knowing that Inigo was proud of her gave her a renewed sense of purpose.
She wanted to show him that hard work and passion could lead to wonderful things, inspiring him in ways she hoped would last a lifetime.
As the days passed and her schedule remained packed, Iris cherished every call, every laugh, and every shared moment.
No matter how busy her life became, she vowed to always prioritize their connection, for Inigo was not just her son; he was her heart, her motivation, and her greatest source of strength.
As the week came to a close, Iris finally wrapped up her duties in the fashion world, her heart swelling with anticipation for the moment she would return home to her son.
The busy days had been exhilarating, but nothing compared to the thought of embracing Inigo after so long.
The car ride back to her mansion felt like it took an eternity, but every mile brought her closer to the warmth and love waiting for her.
As the familiar gates of her home swung open, a rush of excitement surged through her. She stepped out of the car, her heart racing, and quickly made her way to the front door.
The moment she stepped inside, the air was filled with the joyful sounds of her home, and there he was—Inigo, bounding toward her with a huge smile on his face.
Time seemed to stand still as she knelt down, arms wide open. When they finally embraced, the world outside faded away.
"I miss you so much, my baby boy," Iris whispered, pressing her cheek against his. The warmth of his little body melted away the exhaustion from her week.
"I missed you too, Mommy!" Inigo exclaimed, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, his own sparkling with happiness.
"Did you see all the sparkles on the runway? I told everyone you were the best model!"
Iris laughed, her heart swelling with pride. "You're my biggest fan, and I'm so proud of you for cheering me on. You're my good luck charm!"
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