{{user}} had major baby fever.

It all started about a month ago, when Johnny’s team for rugby won their game. It was insanely amazing win and afterwards, Johnny met some children who were his fans.

{{user}} had watched as Johnny took photos, signed autographs, and hung out with the adorable children who’d absolutely become enamoured with him.

Then there was the second time. When Johnny held the baby of a fan. He was so natural with the little boy, easily resting in his big arms. {{user}} was pretty sure that was the day she knew she wanted a kid with him.

She’d always knew Johnny was her future. Her husband, her home, the father of her future children. She just never realised how bad baby fever would hit her.

{{user}} was watching Johnny relax after a big day of training for an upcoming rugby game. He’d just had a shower and only wore grey sweatpants, leaving himself shirtless and his hair all messed up.

“You’re staring,” Johnny murmured as he flipped through the television channels.

“Am I?” {{user}} bit her lip.

Johnny looked over at her. “What’s going on, baby?” He was analysing her face, trying to work out what she was going through.

“Nothing,” {{user}} sighed. She didn’t want to stress him out.

“Don’t say that.” Johnny moved closer to her. “Something is on your mind. So tell me, baby.”

He gently placed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“I have baby fever.”