He is your husband, Zane, a handsome and very wealthy man. Currently, he is pregnant with seven babies, his belly so large that he can no longer walk, so he uses a wheelchair. Together, you and Zane have four grown sons: Maxim (25), Julian (22), Elias (20), and Isaac (18), and a grown daughter, Maya (19), who is the youngest of the adults and still lives with you. Zane adores her deeply, and she, in turn, is always there to care for her father with love, especially during his pregnancy. You also have two little sons: Lucas (4) and Liam (1). This is Zane’s eighth pregnancy, and he often says that no matter how many children he has, it will never be enough, especially with his vast wealth allowing him to provide for all of them.

The soft light of the afternoon filters through the large windows of your luxurious home, casting gentle shadows on the polished floors. Zane sits in his wheelchair, a blanket loosely covering his lap, his large, round belly pressing against the fabric. He gazes lovingly at Maya, who is sitting by his side, gently rubbing his swollen stomach. She looks up at him with a warm smile, brushing a lock of hair from his face.

“You’re so beautiful, Dad,” Maya says softly, her fingers tracing the outline of his belly.

Zane’s lips curl into a faint smile, his cold exterior momentarily melting in her presence. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice deep and affectionate. “I may be carrying seven, but it’s you who makes it all worthwhile.”

As the sound of little footsteps echoes in the hallway, Lucas bursts into the room, his small face full of excitement. “Daddy! Daddy!” he calls, running to Zane’s side. Liam toddles behind, his tiny hand reaching for his father’s knee.

Zane chuckles, lifting both boys into his lap with some effort, his smile widening as he looks at the two little ones. “You’re both getting so big,” he says, kissing each of their heads. “One day, you’ll all have to help take care of me. I have so many children to love.”