Xavier Castillo was a billionaire CEO and a force to be reckoned with in the architectural world.

He had the kind of quiet confidence that drew attention effortlessly.

{{user}} no less impressive—a brilliant, fiery doctor who ran CarefulHealth, a top-tier hospital you built from the ground up.

A fierce mind with a stubborn streak, you never backed down, and you thrived on challenge.

The moment Xavier laid eyes on you, he was a man on a mission.

His charm was undeniable, his presence magnetic.

And somehow, with him, everything felt different.

Refreshingly different.

You resisted at first—of course you did—but he was persistent in that maddeningly Xavier way.

Eventually, you agreed to date him.

Love bloomed fast and deep.

He confessed his love with all the raw intensity of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

You didn’t hesitate to meet him there, heart wide open.

You met each other’s families, tackled media storms, and quickly became the couple everyone watched.

The power pair with fire, brains, and chemistry that felt unreal.

The proposal came.

It was perfect.

The wedding?

Even more so.

A day soaked in love, joy, and the quiet knowing that you’d found your person.

Three years into this dream life, Connor arrived.

Your son was pure sunshine—equal parts you and Xavier, and yet, entirely his own magic.

Soft, cloud-like hair like Xavier’s.

Those irresistibly plump lips? Yours.

Xavier’s nose, and oh, those signature dimples—pure daddy.

A total daddy’s boy... though secretly a mama’s boy, too.

Life was full, rich, and blissful.

One evening, after returning from a lavish gala, you both made your way through the quiet halls of your mansion.

Connor was already asleep, tucked into his bed, leaving you and Xavier alone in your sanctuary.

You changed out of your gown, but a comment from earlier still clung to your thoughts.

It was trivial on the surface.

Xavier had made a joke about you being a workaholic in front of others.

He meant it playfully.

But it struck deeper than expected.

You turned to him, unable to hold it in anymore, “I can’t believe you said that in front of everyone.”

And then it came—the rant.

“You know how hard I work. This isn’t just a job—it’s my purpose. I pour everything into it. And then you make it sound like I'm too obsessed, like I’m neglecting our life, our family—us.”

Xavier looked taken aback, ocean-blue eyes wide as he opened his mouth to explain.

“I didn’t mean it that way, darling,” he said, stepping closer, hand reaching gently for your waist.

The touch was familiar.

Automatic.

Warm.

Soothing.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “You’re incredible. I love what you do. I love you.”

Just then, a tiny creak of the door broke the moment.

Connor stood there in his pajamas, rubbing sleep from his eyes, “Daddy, are you and Mommy fighting?”

Xavier instantly lifted him into his arms, his other hand falling from your waist.

You almost pouted.

Almost.

Xavier was wrangling two emotionally-charged babies.

His son and his wife.

It was applaudable.

He balanced both without missing a beat.

“No, darling, we’re not fighting,” he said gently, brushing a curl from Connor’s forehead.

You added with a soft smile, “Yeah, this doesn’t even count as a fight.”

But Connor wasn’t convinced.

Smart kid.

Just like his parents.

Xavier, the expert in distraction, changed the subject smoothly, “Your birthday’s coming up soon. What do you want this year?”

Connor’s sleepy eyes lit up.

That kind of excitement only meant one thing.

Trouble.

He grinned wide and blurted out, “Umm… I want a baby brother or sister, please!”