"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" My husband of two years, Dylan asks as I run my fingers through his hair. He stares up at me, his head in my lap.
"Yes, babe. What is it?" I ask.
"Can we have a baby?" He asks, making me remove my hands from his hair.
"Come again?"
He smiles and raises up. "Can we, ya know, make a baby. Like... have sex and make a baby. I want to make a baby with you." He says. I sigh.
"Dylan, I don't know if I'm up for that." I say. His facial expression changes to a hurt one.
"Up for the sex, or up for the baby?" He asks, making me roll my eyes.
"The baby." I say.
"Please?"
"Dylan, a baby is a big responsibility. Are you sure we're ready for that now? I mean, I would love to have a baby with you, but are you sure now is a good time?"
"Y/N, I would want nothing more to have a baby of our own with you. Having our little girl, or our little boy running around. Nothing would make me happier. But you are also my baby. So, if you don't want to, I'll wait." He pauses. "But please, please, please, please, please, consider it."
I kiss him. "Alright, alright. We can have a baby. Those damn puppy dog eyes." I say, resting my forehead against his.
"Thank you!" He says and hugs me, making me laugh.
"We should start. Like... right now."
"Dylan, it's 1:30 in the afternoon!" I say.
"I don't give a fuck. Let's go make a baby." He says and runs straight to our bedroom. I giggle.
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Hey! Thanks for reading. I love Dylan so much, so... here lmao. Hope you liked it.
XoXo,
RK
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