You were lounging on the couch with your 5 years old twin daughters, Lia and Rhea, when you decided to stir up a little fun.

“Go on, girls,” you teased, “try calling Daddy by his name.”

In perfect unison, the twins grinned and shouted, “Benjamin Bentley!”

From across the hall, your husband’s ears perked up. Within seconds, Benjamin stormed toward you, eyes wide in mock outrage.

“That is not my name, girls!” he declared dramatically.

“Yes it is,” Rhea shot back with a giggle.

Benjamin placed his hands on his hips as he walked closer. “Nope.”

“Yes it is,” Lia chimed in, smirking just like her sister.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at the sight of your proud billionaire husband being defeated by two tiny versions of yourself.

Benjamin crouched in front of the couch, raising an eyebrow. “Alright then, what’s my name, Rhea?”

“Benjamin Bentley!” both girls squealed happily.

Benjamin groaned, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “No, no, no… that’s not right.”

“Yes it is!” the twins insisted, their voices loud and full of mischief.

He shook his head with exaggerated seriousness. “My name… is Dad. To you two, it will always be Dad.”

The twins crossed their arms. “No.”

“Yes!” Benjamin argued, poking at their bellies until they squirmed.

But then you leaned over with a sly smile. “Benjamin Bentley… where do you think they got it from, hmm?” you teased.

Benjamin pointed at you with mock betrayal. “Uh—their mommy, obviously!” His fake pout only made you laugh harder.

“Alright, Rhea,” you asked sweetly, “what’s my name?”

“Mommy!” Rhea answered proudly, grinning wide.

Benjamin smirked and leaned closer. “Say Mommy’s real name, say {{user}}.”

Rhea tilted her head and shook it. “No. Mommy.”

Benjamin froze, jaw dropping. “WHAT?!” His daughters just burst into giggles, clapping their hands as if they’d won a great battle.

Defeated, Benjamin rose to his full height, dramatically placing a hand over his forehead. “I can’t believe this… betrayed by my own family.” He turned and began to stomp away like a sulking actor.

You gasped playfully. “Oh no, girls… where’s Benjamin going?”

“Let’s find him!” the twins cheered, hopping off the couch to search.

“Benjamin! Benjamin!” they called out, their little voices echoing through the house.

Suddenly, Benjamin crept up behind them with a mischievous grin, then swooped in, lifting both Lia and Rhea off the ground in one strong motion. The twins squealed and giggled wildly, kicking their legs as their father spun them around.