The night was quiet, the mansion bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Emma sat in her room, staring at the family portrait on her desk. Her fingers traced the image of her son, her little boy who used to cling to her every second, who would run into her arms at the smallest sign of trouble. But now... now he ran to his father.
Her heart ached, but she wouldn't let sadness consume her. No, she was not a woman who gave up. She had fought battles in the corporate world, built an empire with her own hands, and now—she would fight to keep her place in her son's heart.
Silently, she rose from her chair and walked to his room. Peeking inside, she saw him sleeping peacefully, curled up next to his father. Her fingers clenched the doorframe. He had never slept so comfortably before. There was no trace of the nightmares that had once plagued him. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away.
She leaned forward and whispered, "I won't lose you, my baby. I will make you come back to me."
The Sisters' Secret Meeting
Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, seven young women sat in a circle, their faces serious. They had noticed the change, the way their little brother no longer clung to them as he once did. He still loved them, but he was no longer as dependent on them.
"We helped Dad get close to him," Olivia said, crossing her arms. "But now, it's like we're being left behind."
"He barely runs into my lab anymore," Emily murmured, adjusting her glasses.
"He doesn't even want to model for me anymore," Charlotte sighed dramatically.
Sophia, the eldest, leaned forward. "We need a plan. We need to remind him why he loves us so much."
Mia smirked. "So, we're fighting Dad for our baby brother's love now?"
"Not fighting," Isabella corrected, "just… reclaiming our rightful place."
Lily, the quietest, finally spoke. "Then let's do it."
The Next Morning – The Battle Begins
The sun had barely risen when Emma and the sisters launched their mission. They prepared a grand breakfast, filling the table with the protagonist's favorite dishes. When he entered the dining room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, Emma was the first to scoop him into her arms.
"My baby, let Mama feed you today," she cooed, holding him close as she lifted a spoonful of food to his lips.
His father opened his mouth to protest, but the seven sisters quickly surrounded him, distracting him with conversation.
After breakfast, they whisked him away to the garden.
"Time to play!" Olivia announced, lifting him into the air and spinning him around.
Charlotte clapped her hands. "I prepared a little runway for you, my handsome model."
Isabella flexed her muscles. "Or do you want to spar with me instead?"
Emily adjusted her glasses. "Or maybe we could do a fun little experiment together?"
The protagonist giggled, enjoying all the attention. His father stood at a distance, watching with amusement.
Emma walked up beside him, arms crossed. "Enjoy this moment, dear husband. Because soon, he'll be running back to me."
His father chuckled. "Is that a challenge?"
"Absolutely."
And so, the playful battle for his love had begun.