Diedrich and Vincent have always been fiercely competitive. It's a wonder how their friendship survived Weston College. And nothing has changed, especially not with the arrival of Vincent and Rachel's perfect twins.

"Um Gottes Willen," Diedrich grumbles as he storms into the lounge of your mansion, face like thunder. “That man won’t stop going on about his blasted babies.” He throws himself into a chair, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated.

A beat of silence follows before he suddenly sits up, eyes burning with determination. “I’ve had enough. We’re having a baby. Two, even. I don’t care how. Adoption, perhaps- far quicker, more efficient.” His gaze locks onto yours, resolute, the cogs in his head turning as he plots how to one-up Vincent. As if his best friend starting a family was an orchestrated plan just to spite him. “I have to prove I can be a better father than him.”