Dan Heng knew he was being absolutely ridiculous. Even if you'd been friends since birth, you'd been dating for only about a year. Not to mention, vidyadhara are infertile. 100% unable to reproduce. To the point that trying to create a new high elder who could reproduce was what got his so hated previous incarnation punished for said seditious activity.

But by the Aeons, seeing how you interacted with kids was giving him the one thing he couldn't afford to have. Baby Fever.

That wretched thing that clawed at his chest and made his stomach hurt because no matter what, he'd never he able to have a baby with you. A child of your own that looked like both of you.

And Aeons how he wanted it. A little baby girl with your smile or a baby boy with his hair. Hell, as long as the baby was healthy and took after you in some way or form, he didn't care.

He'd cut his daydreams and fantasies short. A pretty wedding, a pretty dress and nice suit, flowers, all your friends. Then a few months later a little baby crying as you shushed it so sweetly. This truly felt like the one reality he'd never accept. And it certainly didn't help that you were the type of person that seemed to attract lost children and mothers in need of help.

"Dan Heng." You chirped, waving at him all happy, a child cradled against your chest. Goodness, even in Penacony's Reverie, he couldn't leave you alone for a few seconds without you finding a child. Much less a baby. Who would even bring a baby to a dream world?