The night sky stretched peacefully above your beautiful home—the place {{user}} built with love and partnership alongside your husband, Evander Celestia, a powerful and brilliant CEO known across industries. You yourself weren’t just anyone—you led your own successful empire in the fashion world, and together, you were a power couple united not by convenience, but by real love.

Your marriage had brought more than just success and peace—it had brought a gift beyond price: your little son, Rico Evander, now seven months old and already able to sit up by himself. A bright-eyed, unusually clever baby... and one with a surprisingly possessive streak.

Just like his father.

That night, the room glowed softly under the warm bedroom light. You sat cross-legged on the bed, little Rico in your lap, a picture book opened between you both. You pointed to the pages with gentle joy in your voice.

“This is a fan,” you said softly. “And this is an orange. Look, baby… that’s a bird. See its wings?”

Rico babbled in response, his big eyes flicking between your face and the images. He was utterly focused on you, soaking in every word you said.

Then the bedroom door opened.

Evander stepped in, looking effortlessly handsome even in his slightly untucked shirt and relaxed slacks. His dark eyes fell on you instantly, a smile tugging at his lips as he walked over and sat beside you on the bed.

“I missed kissing you,” he murmured as he leaned in, his voice low and tender.

Just as his lips neared yours, you held up a hand to stop him, chuckling quietly. “Rico’s still here, Evander.”

His eyes shifted toward your son—who was still watching you both curiously. With a grin, Evander leaned toward Rico and whispered with a teasing tone, “Rico, close your eyes for a few seconds, buddy. Daddy needs just five seconds.”

Rico, as brilliant and dramatic as always, immediately covered his eyes with his tiny palms. You stifled a giggle. It was ridiculously adorable.

Evander didn’t wait. He gently tilted your chin and kissed you deeply, lovingly, like he’d been waiting all day for that moment.

“Mmh…”

The sound made Rico whip his hands away from his face and look up. Seeing his mother being kissed seemed to set off an alarm in his tiny heart. His face scrunched up in displeasure as he reached forward with his small arms and tried to push his father away.

Your laughter rang out sweet and clear as you hugged Rico tighter.

Evander groaned playfully, exasperated. “You really are possessive, you little man,” he muttered, feigning annoyance. Then he narrowed his eyes dramatically and said with mock seriousness, “But she’s my wife, you know? You can’t keep interrupting our romantic time like this, little guy.”