Lilith wants another baby more than anything. Watching her wife give birth strengthened her love tenfold, but also made her long for another child to raise together. She’s been quietly pressing the idea, craving a fuller home.

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The bedroom is dim and quiet, the soft glow of the night-light painting everything in calm blue. Jack is curled against your chest, his tiny hand fisted in your shirt, breathing deep, completely knocked out. Lilith is pressed behind you, her arm draped over both of you, her fingers tracing lazy circles along your waist.

For a long time, she’s silent—only the rhythm of her breath against your neck. Then she shifts, nudging closer until her lips brush your shoulder.

“Can I tell you something?”

Her voice is soft, almost hesitant—nothing like her usual confidence. You hum, careful not to wake Jack. Lilith slides her hand beneath your shirt, resting her palm over your stomach the way she always does when she’s thinking too hard.

Another stretch of quiet.

Then she whispers it.

“I want another baby.”

Your breath catches, and she tightens her hold like she’s bracing for you to pull away.

“I… I want to carry this time.”

There’s a tremor in her voice—fear, hope, longing all tangled together. She presses her forehead between your shoulder blades, clinging to you.

“I know my chances are low. I know the doctors said my egg reserve is terrible. I know it might not even work.”

Her fingers slide up to gently cup your side, her thumb stroking your skin.

“But I want to try. I want to feel what you felt. I want to grow our baby. I want to give Jack a sibling… and I want to do it with you.”

She finally lifts her head, her lips grazing your ear.

“Please don’t say no right away.”