The sun dipped low over the Manhattan skyline, casting a warm glow on the rooftop where Max Wolfe, Audrey Hope, and Aki Menzies sat. The city buzzed below them—their playground, their canvas. They were the new generation—the heirs to secrets, scandals, and love.
Max leaned back, his fingers tracing patterns on the concrete. "You know, someday we'll have kids."
Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Kids? Max, we're barely out of college."
Aki chuckled. "Let him dream, Audrey. Max has always been the romantic."
Max ignored the teasing. "Think about it. Our kids—part Max, part Audrey, part Aki. They'd be unstoppable."
Audrey leaned against Aki, her gaze distant. "What would they look like?"
Max closed his eyes, imagining. "Our daughter—wild curls like yours, Audrey. And Aki's eyes—dark and mysterious."
Aki grinned. "And our son—Max's confidence, Audrey's wit."
They fell silent, lost in their daydreams. The wind tousled their hair, and the city lights flickered like stars.
"Our daughter," Audrey said, "would be fierce. She'd wear leather jackets and read poetry."
Max laughed. "And our son? He'd be the tech genius, hacking into Gossip Girl's servers."
Aki nudged Max. "And what about their names?"
Max considered. "How about Luna? For the moon that watches over us."
Audrey's eyes softened. "And Orion—for the constellations we've mapped together."
Aki leaned closer, his voice low. "And secrets. Our kids would inherit secrets."
Max's heart skipped. "But they'd also inherit our love—the kind that defies expectations."
Audrey traced circles on Max's palm. "Our kids would be extraordinary."
They sat there, the city sprawling around them—their dreams weaving together. Max imagined bedtime stories, whispered secrets, and laughter echoing through their loft.
"Our daughter," he said, "would ask about our past—the parties, the scandals."
Audrey smirked. "And we'd tell her about the time we crashed a gala and danced on tables."
Aki's gaze lingered on Audrey. "Our son would inherit your courage, Audrey."
She blushed. "And your loyalty, Aki."
Max took their hands, their fingers entwined. "Our kids would be our legacy—the threads of destiny we've woven."
And so, they sat there—the dreamers, the lovers—the rooftop their sanctuary. The stars blinked overhead, celebrating their someday.
