Obsessed

Night on the town

Alexandro was anxiously tying to keep up with his son's fast pace as he chased him around the living room, that was completely filled with boxes. Leandra was fixing sandwiches, keeping an close watch on the two. She cringed ass Leiandro barely knocked over a lamp that she had decided to unpack.

"Alex!" She called, slamming the lid on the sandwich meat. He halted his running and looked over at this wife, a wide grin on his face.

"Yes, dear?" He asked, mocking an eighties man. She narrowed her eyes and continued making the sandwiches.

" I swear, if you two break anything, I won't cook for a week," she threatened. Alexandros eyes widened as he picked up their little rascal.
Alexandro absolutely adored Leandra's cooking, and he knew she wasn't bluffing when she said she wouldn't cook.

"How does your playpen sound, bud?" Alexandro asked, sitting Leiandro down in his spacious playpen. Leiandro immediately stared sounding off, standing up and clutching the edge of the pen. Alexandro ruffled his hair before swiping his juice cup of the counter. He handed to the baby, Wich quickly got him to quit down. Leandra smirked to her self as she put on of the sandwiches on a plate, a long with some chips. Alexandro walked over and wrapped his long arms around her tiny waist.

"Hungry?" She asked, her mood shifting to intimate. He pecked her cheeks grabbing, the plate from the counter.

"Starving!" He responded. He unlaced his arms from around her and hopped on the counter, next to were she was standing." But ya know, I'd kill for one of your famous pot roasts."

"Yeah, well, maybe I'll make that for dinner tonight," she said, smiling up at him. She hopped on the counter besides him, taking a bite of her sandwich. They both had the day of, wich they both were grateful for.

"What should we do today?"
Alexandro wondered. Leandra pretended to think, already knowing how she wanted to spent the day.

"How about...............the mall?" she asked. Alexandro immediately scrunched his nose.

"The mall?" He asked in disgust. She nodded, twinkling her eyes at him.

"We should really shop for stuff to put in this huge house. Plus, Victoria's Secret is having a sale," she said, singing the last part. Alexandro loved Victoria's Secret, for the simple fact that everything in that store made Leandra look like the goddess that she truly was. He smirked, finally giving in.

"Fine, but I get to get a new pair of Nike," he chimed in. She rolled her eyes, lending her hand out. He shook it gracefully as they both continue to devour their sandwiches.

By the time the Hernandez came home, it was around 11 pm. Leiandros  was knocked out, head resting on his mothers shoulder as they strolled into the house. Alexandro  had several bags in his arms as they tiptoed into the house as quietly as possible—they didn't want  leiandros waking up and screaming his head off.

Alexandro sat the bags by the door, relieving Leah of the baby. Leiandros stirred in his sleep as Alexandro  momentarily placed him in his playpen.

"I can't believe you convinced me to buy curtains for every room of the house," he whispered as she snapped on the kitchen light. She smiled, looking over at the numerous bags that sat by the door. They had purchased curtains, rugs, small pieces of furniture, and not to mention enough clothes to fill up the humungous closet.

"You have to admit, they're gonna look great," she said back, walking over to jump into his arms. He held her legs around his waist, pressing his lips against hers. He loved how comfortable they were around each other.

"You're the fashion stylist. I just roll with it," he admitted.

"And that's why I love you," she responded, pecking him again.