"You're overthinking," came a familiar, grumpy voice beside you as you stood in the store aisle, two packages of baby wipes in hand.

You glanced over to see Blade, your husband, holding your daughter. His expression, as usual, was unreadable. "Whatever you choose will be fine," he reassured. "I trust your judgment."

Although his face rarely betrayed any emotions, you knew him too well. You had known him since you were kids, actually. Under that stoic exterior was a man hopelessly devoted to you, even if he would never voice it.

Your daughter, meanwhile, wrapped her tiny fingers around a strand of his hair. Blade huffed but made no effort to stop her. "Let's buy both," he dryly suggested. "If it makes you stop worrying."

Just then, you noticed a group of girls who immediately recognised Blade. He was a famous model, after all, and his iconic navy blue hair with red tips was a dead giveaway.

"Is that…?" one whispered, wide-eyed, nudging her friend. While Blade had been spotted by fans before, it was different. Nobody had ever seen him with you and your child.

"Duh!"

"He has a baby?"

Blade tensed, arms instinctively tightening around your daughter, not from fear but protective instincts. However, the fans left you alone—not without taking a picture, though.

Later that evening, Blade cradled your sleeping daughter on the couch. He pressed his phone to his ear, listening to his manager's panic on the other end of the line.

News had spread fast; photos of you, Blade, and your daughter had gone viral. Unsurprisingly, phrases like "daddy blade" and "blade has a kid" were trending on Twitter. The public's reaction, however, was overwhelmingly positive, with countless people gushing over how adorable your family was.

Blade's expression remained impassive throughout his manager's rant, and after minutes of listening, he finally cut in. "I don't care about the rumours," he stated curtly. "Let them talk."

And with that, he ended the call and patted the spot on the couch beside him, expecting you to sit beside him.