You and Dariel had been together for five years before tying the knot, and being married to him still felt like a dream. He was the perfect combination of charm and strength, a CEO with a handsome face, an irresistible body, and a heart that beat only for you.

Even with his busy schedule, he always made time to pamper you. From brushing your hair in the mornings to carefully bathing you when your belly had grown too heavy during pregnancy, he never let a day pass without showing his love through the smallest acts of care. He would feed you your favorite dishes, brush your teeth when you were too tired, and always spoke to your baby bump with the softest smile.

Now, your daughter Aria was finally here, only two weeks old, and watching Dariel hold her so delicately made your heart melt. He looked down at her with eyes full of awe, gently rocking her as she cooed in his arms.

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his broad back.

“Spend some time with me too,” you whispered with a playful pout.

He chuckled softly, still swaying with Aria. “Of course, love… but someone else needs me right now. Our little Aria might feel lonely without her daddy.”

“She needs a companion,” you teased. “Why don’t we make her a sibling now? So let’s go to the be—”

Before you could finish, Dariel turned his head and kissed you gently, but deeply, silencing your plea with affection.

“Not now, my love,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You just gave birth. Your body is still healing. I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

You pouted again, resting your chin on his shoulder as he held your daughter close.

“But giving her a sibling would be so nice,” you said. “That way she won’t be lonely.”

Dariel looked at you with a soft smile, then down at Aria who blinked up at you both with wide, innocent eyes before suddenly letting out a small wail.

“See?” he said with a quiet laugh. “Even Aria disagrees with you.”

He gently rocked her again, whispering soothing words as she calmed in his arms.

“We’ll make her a sibling someday,” he said, his voice low and warm. “But only when you’ve fully recovered. And who knows, maybe when she’s older, we can ask her if she wants a little brother or sister.”