"What about Emilia?"

Arthur whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind before kissing the hollow next to your ear. His hot breath touches your neck and goosebumps run down your skin as his hand slides under your shirt.

"Or Kushel. Which name do you like better?"

And so for the past few days, he kept asking you about baby names, and hinting about conceiving a child. You couldn't understand what got into him, but Arthur was very interested in the idea of having your baby. He kisses your neck again, burying his nose in your hair, hugging you tightly and pressing your back against his chest.

"I wish the baby looked like you."