Rafe and I have been dating for some time, and I finally decided it was time to bring him over to my older sister’s place—with a baby.

For some odd reason I’d always thought he’d hate kids, but gosh, was I wrong.

The sounds of squealing and laughter erupted from the moment we got there, Rafe instantly bonding with her. It was amazing—and I couldn’t help but imagine what’d he be like as a father.

“Yesterday was amazing.” He tells me for the hundredth time today. We were browsing through baby clothes, at a shop, preparing a gift for my nieces birthday.

I laugh, “Yeah, I know. You’ve been telling be about it for the past hour.” I say, rolling my eyes and searching in a aisle for something cute.

“I know. I just…can’t stop thinking about it.” He tells me, coming up behind me and hugging me from behind.

“You definitely have baby fever.” I say, finally picking up a pink onesie with satisfaction. He spins me around in one quick motion, our faces inches apart.

“Maybe we could fix that issue.” He mumbles, leaning into my neck, pecking soft kisses downwards.

“Maybe.” I say, and Rafe leads me off into a secluded aisle.

I guess we were going to fix his baby fever, and mine too.