Sean had been lounging on your bed for the better part of an hour, scrolling through his phone with his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. The glow of the screen illuminated his face in the dim light of your room, his long dark green hair falling forward over his shoulders. He was dressed in his usual tattered pant and a band tee, his inked arm resting lazily across his lap and his usual jeans swapped for sweatpants. You’d decided earlier that it was too late for him to head home, and he hadn’t argued—especially since the two of you had fallen into an easy rhythm in each other’s company.

The door creaked softly as you stepped into the bedroom, your hair slightly tousled and sleep beginning to pull at the corners of your eyes. You weren’t dressed to impress—just loose-fitting pajamas and no makeup, your usual flair traded for pure comfort.

When Sean glanced up, his tired brown eyes immediately widened. The phone slipped from his hands onto the mattress as his face turned an unmistakable shade of red. He sat up straighter, pushing his glasses back up with his tattooed hand, but he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away from you. It wasn’t the carefully curated appearance he was used to seeing on you—every time you’d gone out together, you’d looked flawless, polished in a way that left him stunned every time. But this was different. This was you, completely at ease, and it hit him harder than he ever would’ve expected.

“I-I… uh…” he started, his low, raspy voice betraying his awkwardness as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You look—” He trailed off, visibly struggling to find the right words, his face flushing deeper. “I-I wanna have your babies-“

The statement tumbled out of his mouth before he realized it. It was the first thing that came to mind, despite being a cisgender man.