Martin stayed at the Australian ranch for nearly a month.
When he returned to Los Angeles, he could hardly wait to announce to the whole world that he had a son.
And so, the media finally got the news.
"Reports confirm that on August 18, 2009, Martin Meyers and Nicole Kidman's child was born—a boy."
"On August 18, 2009, the 24-year-old Martin welcomed a new life: his son with Nicole Kidman."
"The love child of Hollywood's genius and the Aussie beauty has arrived. Will they tie the knot now that they have a kid?"
Martin's mother, Lindsay Meyers, flew back to Australia immediately—she couldn't wait to see her little grandson.
Grant Meyers rushed to his son's Beverly Hills estate, eager to hear about his grandchild.
"Too bad I can't go, or I'd join your mom in Australia."
"No worries, Dad. Once the baby's a bit older, Nicole will bring him back to Los Angeles."
"Ah, I can't wait that long. After I wrap up this project, I'm heading to Australia. Oh, right—have you picked a name yet?"
"Uh, yeah."
"What? You didn't even ask me? What is it?"
"Connor."
"Connor Meyers? Doesn't sound great. I was thinking Sandy. Think about it—he was born on a Sunday, so Sunday. How meaningful is that? And it rolls off the tongue: Sandy Meyers, Sandy Meyers. Can we change it?"
"No, Dad, it's Connor. You already got to name me—now it's my turn for my son."
"Ah, damn it, your name was your grandpa's choice. I never got a shot, okay? I'm so pitiful—I might never get to name a kid with my genes in this lifetime."
Martin was stunned. That bad, huh?
After a moment's thought, he said, "Alright, alright, Dad. You can name the next one."
"OK!"
The gloom on Grant's face vanished instantly.
Time marched into October.
Twilight was about to hit theaters.
Commissioned by Vanity Fair, photographer Peggy Sirota gathered the cast at the Griffith Observatory ranch in California for the magazine shoot.
Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart posed in the fields, showcasing their fan-adoring beauty, but… the poses were a bit awkward.
Robert Pattinson seemed eager to lean closer to Kristen Stewart, but she kept dodging.
Looks like they didn't carry the on-screen romance into real life, Peggy Sirota thought.
So, she had no choice but to position them innocently, sitting side by side on swings, facing each other. Using camera angles, she captured a pure, innocent vibe of young love's ambiguity.
Next, Peggy Sirota moved on to photograph the other young actors.
Just then, director Catherine Hardwicke and producer Wyck Godfrey arrived, accompanying a young, handsome man.
He wore light blue jeans and a creamy white casual shirt, buttoned only in the middle three spots, sleeves rolled up casually—effortless and dashing.
It was Martin Meyers!
Driven by a female photographer's instinct for beauty, Peggy Sirota raised her camera toward Martin Meyers.
In the frame, blue skies and white clouds above, green grass below, and in the middle, a carefree young man gazing into the distance.
A truly stunning composition—if only those two middle-aged folks weren't in the shot.
Peggy Sirota snapped the shutter, then instinctively turned her lens toward where Martin was looking.
That was the swing area.
And right then, Kristen Stewart, sitting on the swing, had eyes only for Martin's direction—no trace of Robert Pattinson beside her.
Ah, damn, they must have something going on.
Peggy Sirota felt she'd uncovered something big and quickly snapped, capturing the two facing each other.
Little did she know, that photo would one day fetch $760,000 at a charity auction.
But by then, Peggy Sirota would no longer own it.
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October 6.
Grand Theatre, Los Angeles.
The premiere of Twilight.
To the shock of all media, Martin not only showed up but brought Nicole—and their son, Connor.
The little guy's chubby face sported sunglasses, oblivious to the stunned reporters and fans around him, snoring away.
Martin's flashy baby-bragging was a first for Hollywood reporters.
In this town—men and women alike—most stars hid their kids tightly after birth, rarely exposing them to media or public until they could at least walk.
Not like Martin, who wanted the whole world to know he had a son.
Yes, Martin wanted exactly that.
This was his first bloodline in nearly a hundred thousand years across two lives—he wished the entire world to know.
"Might be a bit too showy?" Nicole eyed the crowd's expressions, amused yet worried.
"Showy?" Martin said indifferently. "Nah, I think today's scene isn't big enough!"
"I'm still a little concerned—mostly about safety. After all, this little guy is the world's richest man's son," Nicole whispered.
"Don't worry about his safety. I'll set up the best protections for him—for all of you," Martin said confidently, his gaze on the baby's forehead.
Deep in the boy's brow, invisible to the naked eye, a soul fragment swirled, silently absorbing surrounding desires.
This was Martin's gift to the little one—a piece of his soul, allowing the boy to cultivate like a Succubus.
"Martin, is this your child with Nicole?"
"Martin, will you marry Nicole?"
"Nicole, why did you have Martin's baby? For the fortune?"
As they reached the press area, the whole zone erupted like boiling water.
Still curvaceous Nicole Kidman lifted her chin proudly, eyeing the reporter who asked that last question.
"I don't like your question, but I'll answer: My own wealth could let this child live worry-free for life. I don't need to rely on a kid for riches."