The morning light filtered through the curtains as you slowly blinked awake. The soft sound of humming filled the room—a deep, soothing melody.

You turned your head and saw your husband, Damian Knight, the world-famous actor, singer, and billionaire CEO, cradling your three-month-old baby in his strong arms. His muscular frame dwarfed the tiny infant, yet the way he held them was so gentle, so full of love.

Noticing you were awake, he looked at you with a smirk. His biceps flexed slightly as he adjusted the baby, his voice husky from sleep.

“Hun, I want more,” he said, his eyes filled with adoration.

You scoffed, sitting up. “More what?”

“More babies,” he said, completely serious. “Our little one needs siblings.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

He leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I mean it. Imagine a whole house full of mini versions of us.”

Before you could respond, a loud noise came from outside. You peeked through the window—hundreds of fans were gathered outside your mansion, cameras flashing, signs with Damian’s name waving in the air.

“Looks like your fans are here again,” you teased.

He grinned. “What can I say? They love me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. World Star.”

He chuckled, handing you the baby before pulling you into his arms. “But you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, “are the only one I’ll ever love like this.”