The grand living room of the mansion was bathed in golden afternoon light, the glass walls reflecting the vast gardens outside. You sat curled up on the wide leather sofa, a blanket draped over your lap, while your husband—your husband of two years, the CEO whose name alone carried weight in the business world—rested beside you.

To the rest of the world, he was powerful, confident, untouchable. But here, with you, he was just a man deeply in love, a man whose desires ran deeper than wealth or fame.

He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he gazed at you, his voice low and full of longing.

“Baby… I can’t stop thinking about it. I want us to have a child. Our first baby.”

You smiled softly, turning your head to meet his eyes. “You’ve been saying that every day lately,” you teased gently, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“My CEO husband has baby fever?”

He chuckled, but there was no mistaking the seriousness in his expression. His dark eyes burned with intensity as he leaned closer.

“I’m not joking, love. I want to see you carrying our baby. I want to come home from the office and hold you both in my arms. That thought drives me more than any business deal.”

You felt your heart melt at his words. This man—who built his own empire, who commanded boardrooms with ease—was here, confessing his deepest dream with a vulnerability he shared only with you.

“You’re so possessive,” you whispered with a shy laugh, resting your head against his shoulder.

He tightened his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Because you’re mine. And I want to see our love in a little life we create together.” His voice lowered, husky with emotion. “Promise me, baby. Someday soon?”

You looked up at him, eyes softening. “Someday soon,” you murmured, kissing his lips gently. “I want it too.”

And as his forehead rested against yours, you could feel just how much he meant it—your powerful CEO husband, who could have anything in the world, wanted nothing more than a family with you.