Lucius paced anxiously outside the delivery room, the sterile scent of the hospital mingling with the frenetic energy buzzing in his chest. This was the fourth time he found himself here, yet each time felt like an eternity. He couldn’t shake the hope that this time would be different—that he would finally have a daughter who resembled you, with your enchanting smile and sparkling eyes.

Instead, he looked down at the three little boys darting around his legs, their laughter echoing in the stark hallway. Each one was a miniature version of him, complete with tousled hair and mischievous grins. The thought of another son made his heart race, a mix of anxiety and excitement swirling within him.

Finally, the doctor called him in. Lucius stepped through the door, his breath hitching at the sight of you in the hospital bed, cradling a newborn against your chest. The soft glow of the room highlighted your features, and for a moment, all his worries faded. But as he approached, his heart sank—he could see the tiny face peeking out, and it was unmistakably another boy.

"Wait, wait. Another boy? What am I going to do with him?" he blurted, disbelief coloring his tone.

You shot him a look that could cut glass, a silent warning that said, I will kill you if you don’t love him. Lucius felt a shiver run down his spine. He stammered, glancing nervously at your stomach, half-hoping for a miracle.

"Of course I will love him," he managed, forcing a smile. "But are you sure there aren't any more in there?"

The tension in the air was palpable as he awaited your response, a mix of trepidation and affection swirling in his chest.