“Luka, look at the camera.” You watched me point to the camera, the young boy, my nephew, sitting on my thigh, my other arm wrapped around his small torso.

You smiled from beside the Redbull Racing team member taking the picture and my sister at the sight of me and my nephew.

Seeing me with a kid stirred a feeling of baby fever in you. You never had wanted children really badly, but now you felt that warm feeling in your stomach about if you and I had a kid like Luka.