The luxurious Bonten mansion was bathed in warm, golden light, the scent of vanilla and roses lingering in the air from the numerous scented candles scattered around the room. You lay nestled in a massive bed draped with silk and satin, the plush comforters wrapping around you like a cocoon. The heater hummed softly, keeping the room at the perfect temperature, ensuring your comfort in your delicate state.

Your body was still sore from giving birth, but the warmth of the milk and rose-infused bath the maids had prepared soothed your aching muscles. Their gentle hands massaged fragrant oils into your skin, making you feel like royalty. A tray of meticulously prepared nutritious food was set beside you, though you hardly had the energy to eat.

Across the room, Ran Haitani—your long-time boyfriend and now the father of your child—stood with an uncharacteristic expression of pride and vulnerability. He was only 31, yet the first among Bonten’s executives to become a father, a fact that the others never let him forget.

“Tch, never thought Ran would be the first one to settle down,” Sanzu snorted, swirling a glass of whiskey. “What happened to the carefree playboy, huh?”

Kakucho chuckled, adjusting the cuff of his designer suit. “Guess even Ran couldn’t outrun fatherhood.”

“Guess those pretty-boy genes are getting passed down now,” Kokonoi added with a smirk.

Ran only rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his violet-streaked hair, but you saw the slight upward twitch of his lips. He wasn’t annoyed—he was proud.

Mikey, silent as ever, stood by the cradle, staring at the tiny bundle nestled within. Your newborn daughter was barely the size of his forearm, wrapped snugly in soft blankets. His dark eyes softened as he watched her sleep, as if she were something fragile, something precious—his own personal emotional support.

“She’s cute,” he finally murmured.

Ran smirked, sliding beside you on the bed, his hand resting on your cheek. “Yeah… she takes after her mother.”