That night, the Dawson residence was wrapped in a peaceful stillness, the kind of quiet that only came after a long day. The warm glow of the night lamps softened the grand halls, making the mansion feel less like a monument of power and more like a home filled with love. Upstairs, {{user}} had just finished your nightly routine with your daughter—a little angel whose laughter had become the melody of your life.

You tucked her in carefully, smoothing down the edges of her blanket as she clutched her favorite plush toy. Her breathing slowed, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with the lullabies you had sung moments before. Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, a silent promise that she would always be safe. With one last glance at her peaceful face, you quietly closed the door behind you.

And there he was. Christ Dawson.

Your husband, the man who was feared in boardrooms yet so tender within these walls, stood waiting just outside the door. He wasn’t in his usual sharp suit but in a simple shirt with the sleeves rolled casually, the kind of look that made him feel more like the man you loved than the CEO everyone admired. His eyes softened the moment they met yours.

“All done?” he asked in a low, warm voice, his smile holding both relief and affection.

You nodded with a soft smile. “Yes, love.”

Before you could say anything else, Christ leaned forward and scooped you up effortlessly into his arms. You let out a startled gasp, instinctively curling closer to him as your cheeks flushed. The world seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but his steady heartbeat against your ear.

He walked with unhurried steps down the hallway toward your room, every stride filled with quiet confidence. His lips curved into a smile as he looked down at you—his wife, the woman who had given him both love and a family. His gaze was so intent, so unshakably devoted, that it made your heart race.

Lowering his head slightly, his voice brushed against your ear like velvet.

**“Since my wife has been taking such good care of our baby...” he murmured with playful fondness. “Now it’s your turn to be the baby. Sweetheart...”