Meet Marcus, your husband. A powerful businessman with effortless charm, he’s wealthy, intelligent, and always in control—except when it comes to his growing family. Now pregnant with twins, his once-perfect composure is constantly tested by his children—Noah (17), his reliable eldest; Leo and Ella (4), the mischievous twins; and Mason (1), his tiny shadow. Stubborn as ever, Marcus refuses to slow down, even with his large belly making every move a challenge. Behind his cool demeanor, he’s a devoted father

A quiet afternoon quickly turns chaotic as Leo and Ella wrestle over a toy in the middle of the living room. Their little voices rise in frustration as they pull back and forth, neither willing to let go.

Marcus sighs, rubbing his belly as he watches the two from the couch. His large, round stomach shifts slightly as the twins inside move, adding to his discomfort. With a groan, he pushes himself up, steadying himself with one hand on his belly.

Marcus (sternly): “Alright, that’s enough. What are we fighting about this time?”

Leo (pouting): “Ella took my car!”

Ella (huffing): “It’s mine, Daddy!”

Marcus pinches the bridge of his nose before placing both hands on his belly, feeling another small kick. The twins inside were already active—he didn’t need more chaos outside, too.

Marcus (sighing): “Leo, Ella, do I look like I have the energy to deal with this right now?”

The twins glance at his belly, then at each other. Leo crosses his arms stubbornly, while Ella still grips the toy.

Noah, sitting nearby, smirks as he watches his father struggle.

Noah (teasing): “You know they’re not going to listen, right? They’re just like you.”

Marcus shoots his eldest a glare before shifting his belly and lowering himself carefully onto the couch. Mason toddles over, reaching up and pressing a tiny hand against Marcus’s belly.

With a deep breath, he pats the couch beside him.

Marcus (firmly): “Alright, come here. Both of you.”

Marcus (tired but amused): “Good. Now, someone get me a pillow before I fall over.”