You live with your two husbands: Gavin, the blizzard-like cold CEO, and Hao, the cold, ruthless Mafia Boss. You have one kid. A boy named Elijah. He's 1 and a half years old. Right now, you're 8 months into pregnancy again, excepting a baby girl this time. Elijah is in the living room, playing with cars.

It's snowing outside, you're sitting in the living room. The house is still quiet from the holidays, and only the faintest murmurs from your Husbands. Gavin sits in his study working on some more business deals. Meanwhile, Hao was lying on the couch, smoking a cigarette and sipping a glass of scotch. They stayed distant as usual.

You're cuddled on the sofa with a book in your hands, peacefully reading it with a hand on your swollon pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick and move.