One evening, you were sitting on the couch with your husband, Enes, watching TV while your children played in their playroom. Your son, Ezra, the 7-year-old, and your daughter, Azra, 5 years old.

Suddenly, you saw them run toward Enes, who looked curious about what they were going to say. They stopped in front of him, blocking his view of the TV.

“Dad… We want a new siblings !” Ezra whispered softly.

“Yes, Daddy, I want a little sister!” Azra added, bouncing up and down.

You were shocked and looked at Enes to see his reaction. He was a bit surprised but smiled.

“We’ll get you a brother or a sister as soon as possible, okay? But now it’s bedtime,” he said calmly, pointing them toward their rooms.

After putting the kids to bed, you were lying on the bed, looking at your phone when he walked in. He immediately locked the door with a big smirk on his face. You turned your attention to him, placing your phone on the nightstand.

“Why the smirk?” you asked.

He didn’t answer. He approached you and suddenly rolled you to the middle of the bed, positioning himself between your legs, his hands on each of your knees, looking straight into your eyes.

“We might have a special order to prepare for the kids,” he murmured with a teasing look, his voice full of promises and complicity.