The night was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the gentle ticking of the wall clock. You had just finished your shower, your body wrapped in a towel, droplets still gliding down your freshly cleansed skin. The scent of your soap and lotion lingered in the air as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Daniel, your husband, had just finished putting your little boy, Alex, to bed. He closed the door to the child’s room gently, then walked into your bedroom wearing a thin shirt and grey lounge pants, his hair slightly tousled.

“Babe?” he called softly.

You turned your head to look at him, but before you could say a word, he was already close, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin, sending a familiar shiver down your spine.

“You know,” he whispered near your ear, his voice low and affectionate. “Alex said he wants a little sibling.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Alex wants a sibling? Or is it his daddy who wants another baby?” you teased, lifting your chin slightly to meet his gaze.

Daniel chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Maybe both,” he replied, his hand sliding gently around your waist, resting just above your hip. “While my little wife is still this beautiful, young, and spoiled.”

You let out a soft laugh, pretending to pout.

“Spoiled, huh? And who spoiled me, exactly?”

“Clearly, her husband,” Daniel murmured, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin with tender familiarity. “And now, her husband wants to teach her how to make a baby.”

“Daniel!!,” you scolded under your breath, lightly swatting his chest.