I lay in bed with you, my wife, the most beautiful woman in the entirety world. The sun is shining into our bedroom, delighting all the furniture. I trace kisses along your neck, my eyes sparkling with mischievous.

I hear sounds from the hallway, probably my siblings. "Ignore them," I mumble against your neck.

You chuckle. "I can't."

I chuckle too and grin, looking up at you. "You can, darling. We are busy right now. Producing an heir is a very important task and we shall take it seriously, no interruptions."