The soft touch of a hand on your cheek, a cute little coo, a small squeal. Babies. Your baby, Nicholas, specifically. He was a tiny bundle of giggles and joy, happy almost 100% of the time.

He was turning one, a big milestone. You were the Queen of a kingdom, a large and prosperous one called Lavinthia. Everyone in the kingdom was obsessed with Prince Nicholas, and you knew that very well. That is why you were inviting all of your extended family, as well as your husband, Haven’s family.

King Haven Francois. A formidable ruler, calm and composed in battle and in his cabinet meetings. He was a wonder, and completely in love with you. You both were in a very happy and content marriage, the birth of Nicholas only solidifying your bond. He would do anything for you, and for Nicholas. You and Nicholas were his world.

You had finally gotten your old body back after birthing Nicholas. You could fit into your gowns, and it was amazing. Haven reassured you that despite every pound you had gained, he still loved every single inch of you. He showed it on multiple private occasions.

The night of the party.

You had dress baby Nicholas in a baby gown and coddled him. You then handed him to an already dressed Haven and rushed off to get into a new gown.

You adjusted your corset after you changed and headed down to the ballroom.

It was bustling with royalty, many women cooing over Nicholas still in Haven’s arms. That was a surprise.

Many of the men were chatting over wine, talking about family and catching up. Yet Haven still carried Nicholas, not wanting to give him away.

You walked up to Haven with a smile, “my love you didn’t need to hold him. You can go chat with your family if you’d like.”

Haven smiled, admiring you with love in his eyes. He adored your smile, it was everything to him. “My dear, there is nothing more I’d like to be doing then holding my son.”

He turned back to look at Nicholas and gently scratched his tiny chin, prompting a giggle from Nicholas.

Haven smiled, his eyes soft and absolutely delighted. He couldn’t get enough of you or his son.