With three healthy, beautiful children already running around, all of whom had inherited Sergio’s sharp eyes and charming smile, you’d officially decided the world needed as much of his DNA as possible.

You were tucked against his side on the sofa, leaning back against him, you let out a satisfied sigh as you watched your three oldest through the window, your eldest son, Álex, was already showing signs of his father’s height, and your twin daughters, María and Lucía, had that same focused, intelligent look in their eyes that had made you fall for him in the first place.

Sliding his hand over yours, you placed it firmly against the small, firm curve of your stomach. “Number four.” You murmured, a triumphant smile tugging at your lips.

He let out a low chuckle, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your skin. “You say that like you’ve won a trophy. Most people are exhausted by the time they get to four. You, though… you look like you’re ready to build an army.”

“I’m just being practical,” You teased, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Look at those kids out there. Smart, fast, gorgeous. It’d be a tragedy to stop now. Really, it’s a service to the gene pool.”

He laughed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Is that right? So I’m just a high quality donor to you now?”