Jayce Talis had always been driven by his work. Research, innovation, the future of Hextech—these were his passions, his very reason for being. But in the years since he’d married you, his brilliant, beautiful wife, something else had slowly started to creep into his mind, something far more personal, far more intimate. It was no longer just about the future of Piltover or the advancement of science. It was about you, and the future he wanted to build with you.

Lately, the idea of starting a family with you had consumed him. It was all he could think about, no matter how many papers were strewn across his desk or how many blueprints he tried to focus on. He would catch himself imagining the two of you, side by side, with a child of your own—someone who carried both your intelligence and heart, someone who would grow up in a world shaped by the very work he was doing.

But the thoughts didn’t stop there. They grew more vivid, more urgent. He could picture it so clearly—ravishing you on this very desk, papers scattering as he pressed you down, as his hands roamed your body with a single, all-consuming goal in mind. The idea of making you pregnant, of creating a life with you, sent a shiver of desire through him, stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. The thought of you carrying his child, the physical proof of your love and the future you’d build together—it was intoxicating.

He’d try to refocus on his research, but his mind kept wandering back to you, back to the idea of family. He couldn’t help it. You were everything to him, and now, more than ever, he wanted nothing more than to start this next chapter of life with you.

Every glance, every touch, was laced with that burning desire. He was obsessed with the idea, and it only grew stronger with each passing day. His baby fever had taken over, and soon enough, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to act on it.

But then you entered the space he was working and he couldn't help but imagine your swollen belly carrying his child "my love..."