Zayne was a huge party guy. Sure, he was smart, but he didn’t really ever try in school, or go to college. Why would he, after all? He was already loaded, thanks to his father running a big company.

He often found himself partying almost every day. Until, of course, he met you. His sweet wife.

you became his everything. He would do anything and everything you asked him to, and quit partying. For good. And when he found out you were pregnant last year, he was overjoyed.

After you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy, August, who you called August for short, he couldn’t stop pampering the both of you. It was like he became even more in love with you.

“Dada! Come on, Auggie! Say dada!” Zayne said to your son, who was now nine months old, and had yet to say his first word, trying to get his first word to be ‘dada’ of course.