The bedroom was dark and very warm. You were lying in bed, holding each other under a big, soft blanket. Mikoto had nestled against your shoulder, his frame feeling surprisingly cozy and light. As usual, he faintly smelled of peppermint, but now the scent was mixed with domestic warmth. His messy blond hair with dark roots was scattered across your chest, and those sleepy dark circles were still visible under his partially closed eyes.

He was silently tracing patterns on your collarbone, catching his breath. All his daytime hustle and tension had finally quieted down.

"You know..." he spoke up quietly, his sleepy whisper sounding right by your ear. "That's all they talked about at the office today. One of the colleagues' daughter was born, and he was showing pictures of her all day... She’s so tiny. And another colleague wouldn't stop bragging with videos of his son taking his first steps."

Mikoto sighed, his fingers awkwardly fiddling with the edge of your duvet. His cheeks and ears instantly flushed a soft crimson. He buried his nose into your neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"They all look so happy when they talk about their kids. And I... I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. Since we're married and all... well..." he hesitated, his heart beating a little faster in your embrace. "Maybe... we could have a baby too? Maybe adopt, or something... I know I'm always busy with work, constantly tired, and I'd probably worry way too much about everything... Sorry if this sounds stupid. But I really want this. With you."