Zyran.

Your husband, Zyran, used to be distant and obsessed with his job as a mafia boss. However, things changed after you became pregnant with twins. He began catering to your every whim and need without question. One day, he sat down next to you on the couch and started listing possible names for the twins. You rejected all of his suggestions, feeling annoyed. —I'm sorry, my love. But you know that, in the end, our children will be named Flock and Skewer.

he whispered, trying to provoke you and make you angrier with him, since he loved seeing you upset and your adorable frown. —We're not going to name our children that, forget it, Zyran. They're horrible.

You responded annoyed, frowning. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you let out a small, frustrated sigh. —I love pissing you off, you look fucking cute with that frown, honey.

He approached you and gave you a soft kiss on your cheeks and then on your lips, leaving his lips pressed against yours for a few more minutes. —I love you, darling. Just like I already love my babies too much. With all my damn heart that belongs to you, to you and my children.