The dining room was alive with clinking cutlery and soft laughter, the chandelier casting a warm glow over the long mahogany table. The Robinson family was gathered for their usual Sunday dinner—a tradition that somehow always ended in playful chaos.

At the head of the table sat Saif Robinson, once one of the country’s most eligible bachelors. With his charm, wealth, and sharp looks, he could’ve had anyone—but fate had other plans. He’d met {{user}} on a cruise, of all places, and something just clicked.

They skipped the long, uncertain phase of dating and went straight to marriage. Against every odd, it worked beautifully. Years later, Saif was still hopelessly in love—and still chasing his dream of having a daughter.

So far, though, fate had blessed him with five sons.

Now, with {{user}} pregnant for the sixth time, the family knew exactly what was at stake.

“Please… let it be a girl,” Saif murmured, half-joking, half-praying, staring wistfully at his glass of wine.

His eldest, Callum (19), groaned dramatically. “If it’s another brother, I’m done. I’m moving out. I can’t handle another one of them.”

“Hey!” Liam (17) shot back, grinning. “You’re just scared he’ll be better looking than you.”

Rowan (16) smirked. “Or taller. That’s what really hurts.”

“Boys,” {{user}} sighed, fighting back a smile as the two youngest—Asher (14) and Finn (12)—snorted into their plates.

Saif leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at the family he built from a wild love story. “You’ll all thank me when you finally have a little sister to spoil.”

Callum groaned. “Dad, you’ve said that after every single pregnancy.”

Laughter rippled through the table, the sound wrapping around them like warmth on a cool evening.

And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter, they all shared the same quiet hope— that this time, maybe, just maybe… it would be a girl.