Enchanted melody of our hearts

🦁HERNANDEZ LEONCITO-(FINAL CHAPTER)CHAPTER-54

3 years skip,

Third pov:

Time flew by, and Leo was now a lively, mischievous three-year-old with boundless energy. He was the spitting image of Adrian—dark hair, piercing green eyes, and even a little streak of stubbornness and bossiness that everyone recognized from his dad. Leo had mastered his "mini-Adrian" routine, right down to imitating Adrian's confident walk and the way he crossed his arms when he wanted to make a point.

as much as he admired his dad, Leo's heart completely belonged to his mamá. He was undeniably a mama's boy, and if anyone tried to steal her attention, including Adrian, Leo wasn't having it. When Adrian would come over to cuddle with Meera, Leo would scoot in, wedging himself between them as if to remind Adrian of his place. It became a funny little competition between father and son over who Meera "belonged" to, and each time, Leo would win with a victorious grin and a tight hug around her neck.

Leo's bond extended to family video calls with Meera's side, who called three times a week from Burlington, and Adrian's sister, Camila, who doted on him. Despite his mamá devotion, Leo adored his dad, too.

Adrian cherished every moment he got to spend with his son, never minding the "competition" they had going. He took joy in the little things—from changing Leo's diaper to wiping his messy little face after a meal, to playing and doting on him every chance he got. And while Leo clung to his mamá with all the confidence of a king, Adrian never missed the joy in being his son's father. "You know, little guy," he'd say, scooping Leo up for a hug after one of their "battles" over Meera's attention, "I think you got that stubborn streak from me." To which Leo would give him a cheeky grin that looked suspiciously like his dad's.

And when Leo imitated Adrian's bossiness? It was impossible not to laugh. He would stomp his little feet and fold his arms, giving "instructions" to everyone around him in his tiny, determined voice, looking exactly like his papa—just a smaller, much cuter version. The whole family doted on him endlessly, loving his stubborn little quirks and boundless affection.

Little Leo had grown into quite the charmer, and his mom's side of the family adored him. His visits to his grandparents and aunts were full of laughter, hugs, and all the treats he could handle. With his cute, broken words and mix of English and Spanish, he'd toddle around pronouncing names in his own way, calling his grandpa "Gampa" and demanding "cho-co-la-tee" whenever he got the chance. He'd just started his first days at playschool, and every morning was a mix of giggles and chaos as they tried to get him out the door, his energy spilling over as he eagerly recounted every little adventure to anyone who'd listened.

It was a warm, pleasant evening, and the garden of the Hernandez mansion was alive with laughter as Adrian and his little son Leo played together under the fading light. Two of Adrian's guards, usually so serious, found themselves reluctantly involved in the game, trying their best to act casual in front of their boss, who was clearly savoring this precious time with his son. No matter how busy he was, Adrian always made it a priority to spend time with his family, especially with Leo. Whether it was kicking a ball, giving Leo piggyback rides, or playfully competing to win Meera's attention, Adrian cherished every moment.

Carlos watched from the side, leaning against the balcony with a proud smile, his eyes twinkling as he observed his son and grandson. Beside him stood Pedro, with a smile.

"Champ, pass it here!" Adrian called, readying himself as Leo aimed a kick. The little guy's leg wobbled slightly before he kicked, but the ball made its way toward Adrian. As Adrian ran to intercept it, Leo cheered, bouncing up and down. "Papa, here!" he chirped his soft, broken words pulling at everyone's heartstrings. The two guards awkwardly joined in when Leo ran to them, making them chase the ball and laugh as he dodged around them with all the seriousness of a little professional.