Every morning becomes your little family ritual, Charles takes the stroller, sunglasses on, hair still messy from sleep, and strolls with you and the baby along the quiet Monaco streets before the city wakes up. The sea breeze, the soft sunlight, and the sound of your baby babbling happily turns the whole moment into something unreal.

People always recognize him, but today is different, they’re all staring at the stroller first. One elderly couple stops and coos over your baby, calling them “the cutest thing in Monaco.” Charles beams with pride, gently rocking the stroller as if he’s presenting royalty. You swear he stands a little taller each time someone compliments your little one.

When a fan asks for a picture, Charles holds the stroller protectively closer, giving that soft but firm smile he only uses for family moments. “Another time, maybe” he says, his hand brushing your back as he continues walking with you. It’s not about hiding, it’s about savoring the calm.

As you reach the harbor, he takes your hand, your baby kicking happily in the stroller. “I could do this forever” he murmurs. And you believe him completely.