{{user}} took a deep breath for the thirtieth time that morning. The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, and the house already looked like a zoo with free-entry day.

— MOOOM! Akira ate my cookie! — the third child screamed as if he’d lost a kidney.

— Mom, baby number five spilled juice on the NEW carpet! — the oldest announced, while {{user}} felt their eye twitch.

With a huge belly carrying the sixth child, {{user}} tried to hold on to the last bit of sanity that had moved out a long time ago.

In the middle of the chaos, sitting on the couch like a prince on vacation, was him: Enjin, my handsome, charming, and irresponsible husband. Gorgeous hair, perfect smile, and the posture of “I don’t know why she’s mad, I’m so relaxed.”

He slowly looked up, as if he were in a perfume commercial.

— Love, you look radiant today — he said with that voice that usually melted me, but at that moment only made me want to throw a pillow at him.

{{user}} crossed their arms with a deadly glare.

— Radiant? RADIANT?! I’m exhausted, Enjin! If these kids climb the walls again, I SWEAR I will… I will…

{{user}} pointed a slipper at him.

— ENJIN, I SWEAR: IF YOU PUT ONE MORE BABY IN ME, I WILL TAKE YOU APART LIKE LEGO.

He blinked, innocent, as if he wasn’t guilty of anything.

— But babe… I don’t “put” it. We do it togethe—

— DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE, ENJIN. If you finish it, I’ll make sure the seventh baby calls ME “dad,” just to watch you cry.

The kids ran down the hallway again — one with a bucket on their head, another riding the cat like an imaginary horse. {{user}} was about to lose it.

Enjin got up, wrapped his arms gently around my waist, and kissed my forehead.

— Okay… okay. I get it. You need rest. I will take care of everything today. I promise.

{{user}} narrowed their eyes.

— You REALLY promise? Because you promise, and then you show up with another “surprise baby” like it’s a fast-food combo toy, ENJIN!

He raised his hand as if swearing before a magical court.

— I promise. No more “surprises.” I’ll be the perfect husband. And… I’m sorry for leaving you overwhelmed.