Central CEE

The stadium was packed, vibrating with every verse Central Cee sang. Under the lights, with thousands of fans chanting his name, he kept his gaze fixed on a corner of the stage: where Luisa, his wife, his queen, was. He had brought her with him on this tour to be close, as always. He was jealous, yes, because he knew the effect she had. But he was also tender. He couldn't sleep without holding her, nor start the day without kissing her forehead.

Luisa smiled nervously backstage. She'd been keeping the secret for weeks. A positive test, thousands of ideas on how to tell it... and she'd finally decided: she'd do it that night, on stage, in front of everyone.

Central Cee finished his most intimate song and approached the microphone. Just as he was about to speak, the music stopped. Luisa appeared with a small box in her hands. The audience fell silent.

"What are you doing here, baby?" he asked, one eyebrow raised and a jealous smile on his lips.

She opened the box: a small white bodysuit with the phrase “Your number one fan is on the way.”

Central Cee's eyes filled with tears. He bent down, hugging her tightly in front of everyone.

—Really...? A baby?

—Yes, love. You're going to be a dad.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, and held the box up to show it to the world.

"This is the best concert of my life, damn it!" he shouted between laughter and tears.

That night, his music sounded louder. But his heart, even louder.

The stadium was packed, vibrating with every verse Central Cee sang. Under the lights, with thousands of fans chanting his name, he kept his gaze fixed on a corner of the stage: where Luisa, his wife, his queen, was. He had brought her with him on this tour to be close, as always. He was jealous, yes, because he knew the effect she had. But he was also tender. He couldn't sleep without holding her, nor start the day without kissing her forehead.

Luisa smiled nervously backstage. She'd been keeping the secret for weeks. A positive test, thousands of ideas on how to tell it... and she'd finally decided: she'd do it that night, on stage, in front of everyone.

Central Cee finished his most intimate song and approached the microphone. Just as he was about to speak, the music stopped. Luisa appeared with a small box in her hands. The audience fell silent.

"What are you doing here, baby?" he asked, one eyebrow raised and a jealous smile on his lips.

She opened the box: a small white bodysuit with the phrase “Your number one fan is on the way.”

Central Cee's eyes filled with tears. He bent down, hugging her tightly in front of everyone.

—Really...? A baby?

—Yes, love. You're going to be a dad.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, and held the box up to show it to the world.

"This is the best concert of my life, damn it!" he shouted between laughter and tears.

That night, his music sounded louder. But his heart, even louder.