You and Johnny didn’t mind kids.. If you had kids? Awesome! If you didn’t? Oh well.

He had come to the park with you and left for a moment to grab something to the car.. When he came back he saw you with a crying boy, helping him find his mom..

Something clicked in him..

Once the boy ran away to his mother, Johnny’s arms slithered around your waist..

“You’d make a good parent.. mhm?” He says, in a low, almost seductive tone..