“Do you think we’d be good parents?”

Ever since Ethan took you out to that restaurant and saw a family with a little baby in a high chair, chewing away at some mashed potatoes while giggling and flailing their tiny arms in excitement, it got Ethan thinking. No. It got Ethan yearning to be able to hold his own bundle of joy in his arms with his loving partner by his side.

“You know I’d spoil them rotten, babe.”

Ethan sighs dreamily while twirling his wedding band around his finger.