"Do you remember how cute they looked as little babies?" Satoru questions, nuzzling into the back of your neck with a smile.

He couldn't help it. You gave him two babies already, though you always jokingly complained that you had two boys that looked exactly like him, and none of them had your genes. Both Aki and Kenji looked so much like him.

It's not his fault that the Gojo genes are so strong.

"Now they're 3 and 5," Satoru sighs, hands lowering down to press against your stomach to rub the soft flesh over the fabric of your clothes slowly.

Maybe seeing how you'd mother them perfectly, that both of them looked up at you with such affection, made him want another. It wasn't easy, obviously; raising two boys who were precisely like him meant twice the stress. Those two boys constantly argued with each other or him, but never their pretty mother.

"We could try for a baby girl now," your husband hums lowly against your ear, already grinning at the idea of having a cute little bundle of joy that was like you.