The massive bed, carved from ancient obsidian and layered in velvet sheets, was overflowing — not with chaos, but with warmth. All sixteen of your sons, tall and composed in the daylight, were now curled around you like shadows drawn to fire. Some rested their heads on your lap, some across your legs, one draped lazily along your side with his arm slung over your waist. And in each of their hands: a milk bottle, still warm from your own body — enchanted, rich, calming.

You'd fed each of them one by one, brushing their hair, humming soft tunes only demons born of love and flame would know. Even with your body aching from giving so much of yourself, you smiled. This was your joy — your boys were your heaven.

Jaeshin sat at the headboard, arm draped behind you, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder as he watched. His red eyes softened — not weak, but reverent. He always looked at you like that after nights like this, after seeing you mother the legacy you created together.

He leaned in, kissed your temple, and whispered low against your ear.

“You spoil them, baby.”

“I love them,” you replied simply, brushing a stray curl from one son’s face. “And they love me.”

One of the twins murmured sleepily, “We do, Mama…”

The room was dim, warm with the scent of incense and silk. The only sounds were soft breathing and the occasional sigh.

Then Jaeshin cleared his throat, and your sons stirred, some sitting up. You looked up at him, brow raised.

“I bought us something,” he said smoothly. “We’re going on a trip.”

You blinked, lips parting. “A trip?”

Jaeshin nodded, smirking at your stunned reaction. “Vacation. Earthside. I’ve already arranged everything — a mansion, a castle, a plane from Transylvania Terminal. You deserve a break, pretty.”

Gasps and murmurs rippled through your boys like a wave.

“Really?!”

“A castle?”

“We get to fly??”

You laughed, heart full, letting the excitement buzz around you like light.

Jaeshin slid his hand down to rest on your thigh gently — possessive, warm.

“Get ready, my queen,” he murmured. “I want the world to see what belongs to me.”

And just like that, the morning felt like the beginning of something magical.