Everette is your husband, and a billionaire.

He got home late one night from work, around 2 in the morning. He walk upstairs and you are standing in the nursery connected to your master suite, holding your newborn levi. A little boy you had just given birth to 9 days ago. He was crying loudly as you tried feverishly to calm him down. Holding him gently, supporting his head as I rocked him and bounced him softly, whispering sweet nothings to him.

Everette comes up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Mia Cara what's wrong? Is he alright?" he asked you worried.