Chris Stapleton and Morgane Welcome Baby Number Six: A Tender Gender Reveal Filled with Love and Tears

Under a canopy of twinkling lights in their Tennessee farmhouse backyard, Chris Stapleton stood hand-in-hand with his wife Morgane, both trying — and failing — to hide nervous smiles as their five children bounced with barely-contained excitement. What happened next has already become one of the most heart-melting moments in country music this year.

The buildup had been months in the making. Ever since Morgane first shared a subtle silhouette photo on Instagram back in May with the caption “One more little cowboy or cowgirl joining the chaos,” fans had been dissecting every public appearance for clues. Would the Stapletons finally tip the scales toward outnumbered parents, or would the house of boys gain another teammate? The couple, famously private despite their superstar status, chose to keep the gender a secret even from close family until this intimate Saturday-night gathering.

Only thirty of their nearest and dearest were invited. No media, no cameras for hire — just trusted friends, Chris’s bandmates, Morgane’s parents, and a handful of cousins who’d flown in from Kentucky. The backyard had been transformed into a soft golden dream: mason jars filled with baby’s breath, vintage quilts spread across hay bales for seating, and a single large black balloon tethered above a rustic wooden table. Inside that balloon? The answer everyone had waited half a year to learn.

The children stole the show before the reveal even began. Waylon (16), Ada (14), Macon (12), Samuel (10), and little Ada Louise (6) wore matching denim and white, each clutching a silver needle like it was Excalibur. “We wanted them to be the ones who told us,” Morgane later explained, her voice cracking. Chris, ever the stoic Kentuckian, could only nod, eyes already glistening under the brim of his signature black hat.

When the moment finally arrived, the silence was electric. Chris wrapped one arm around Morgane’s shoulders while she rested both hands protectively over her belly. The five kids counted down together — “Three… two… one!” — and stabbed the balloon in perfect unison. A cloud of pink confetti exploded into the night sky, catching the golden light like a thousand tiny fireworks.

Chris Stapleton — the man who can silence 70,000 people with nothing but a guitar and a growl — let out a sound no one had ever heard from him before. It was half laugh, half sob, all heart. He dropped to his knees right there in the grass, pulling Morgane down with him, burying his face in her shoulder as she whispered, “Another little girl, baby. Another little girl.” The couple already parents to one daughter, Ada Louise, now knew they’d be welcoming a second princess into their rowdy, love-filled home.

Their children’s reactions were pure joy. The boys let out theatrical groans of “More makeup in the bathroom!” while big sister Ada burst into happy tears, hugging her mom so tightly that pink confetti stuck to both of their cheeks. “I prayed for a sister,” she confessed later, “and God said yes.”

Chris finally stood, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand, and addressed the small crowd in that familiar low rumble. “I’ve won Grammys, I’ve played the Opry, I’ve stood on stages I never dreamed of as a kid… but nothing — nothing — comes close to this right here.” He gestured at his family, now covered head-to-toe in pink glitter. “Thank you for sharing it with us.”

The night ended the only way a Stapleton celebration could — with music. Chris picked up his guitar, Morgane harmonized beside him, and together they sang an impromptu version of “Tennessee Whiskey” rewritten with new lyrics about “another sweet little girl to steal Daddy’s heart.” Guests wiped tears between verses, phones long forgotten.

As the last notes faded and fireflies blinked above the Tennessee hills, Chris Stapleton cradled his wife’s face and kissed her softly. Their sixth child — another daughter — is due early 2026, and if this night was any indication, she’ll be born into a love louder than any arena Chris has ever played. For a family that’s given country music so many anthems of heartache and whiskey, this chapter is pure, uncomplicated joy — and the whole world is smiling through tears along with them.