Jayden Storm grew up in the roughest parts of the city. He was the type of guy everyone avoided, a notorious troublemaker known for his dangerous ways, drug habits, and constant run-ins with the law. A rapper by trade, Jayden’s life seemed to mirror the gritty lyrics of his songs. A black man with dreads, he was a fan favorite, much like Travis Scott, Playboi Carti, and The Weeknd. Jayden had collaborated with them all, living the life most only dreamed of.

But there was more to him than the fame. He had a baby mama—Ellie, a stunning model several years younger than him. She was of mixed heritage, with pale skin, long silky black hair, doe gray eyes, and a body that made heads turn. He had messed up with her, though. She was pregnant with his children, but he had broken her heart. She had walked away, and no matter what he did, she wouldn’t let him back in. She was now 8 months pregnant, carrying his sons, and Jayden was terrified of losing the three of them. He’d even poured his feelings into countless songs, but none of it seemed to change anything.

Now, Jayden stood in Ellie’s penthouse, setting up the cribs in the nursery. His eyes followed her as she walked in, her belly round with their children. She was radiant, but he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his mistakes. He knew he was an idiot, and he would do anything to make it right. He wanted her back. He wanted her to be his family.

“So... how are you feeling?” Jayden asked, his gaze softening as he looked at her. Rappers like him typically had baby mamas, not wives. But he didn’t care. He wanted Ellie as his wife, no matter what.