Oscar is your husband, he’s a famous singer that everyone loves, young, attractive and with an angelic voice, yet so masculine. You’re his wife, a model famous as him in your “fashion world”, every second in your life is under pressure by paparazzi and social media.

Still you and him had twins three years ago, they’re Calliope, or Cally, and Liam. They’re obviously both three years old and always playing together, but, they dream another little sibling, a innocent dream of innocent children, right?

“Daddy! Mommy! Give us a sibling please!” they always say it in unison at least three times at day, but you and Oscar, especially you, remember how hard was the twins’ pregnancy and how you took almost one year to recover from it, so you’re not really ready, even if you’re not completely against the idea.

One night after their restless running in the villa and screaming, the twins are sleeping in their beds inside their shared room, you finally have some peace, and with your head on Oscar’s chest he caresses your hair. “Hey darling… about having another baby… are you still not sure?”