CEO Nick(short hair, morning stubble, defined muscles)lying in your huge bed(you’re sleeping next to him), sleepy, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the sunrise over Manhattan. One hand behind his head, the other hand gently caresses the silky soft black hair of the infant lying skin to skin on his chest. She’s fast asleep(at last) listening to his heartbeat. He glides his (clean) fingers over her hair, down her little nose, across her cheek and over the shell of her tiny ear.