The news hits him like a rogue wave: John B and Sarah are expecting a baby. JJ can hardly believe it, and for days, he’s quieter, reflective—a rare thing for him. You catch him staring off into the distance, lips quirking into a half-smile when he thinks no one’s watching.

One night, under a blanket of stars near the docks, he finally talks. "Can you imagine a mini John B? Or Sarah teaching someone all her crazy survival tricks?" He laughs, but there’s a softness in his eyes, something almost… wistful.

You can’t help but grin. “Didn’t peg you as the ‘baby fever’ type, Maybank.”

He shrugs, trying to play it cool, but his fingers find yours, and there’s something earnest in the way he holds on. “I dunno,” he says, looking away for a beat. “Guess it made me think. Like, what if—someday—that could be us?”

Your heart skips a beat, caught between the thrill of his words and the sheer impossibility of it all. “JJ, we’re… young. And it’s not like we’re…” You trail off, unsure how to finish that sentence without breaking the moment. He nods, laughing softly.

“I know. Just—picture it. Us, a little kid with your eyes, my charm.” He’s grinning now, half-joking, but there’s a hint of something real behind it. You can see the warmth, the longing, in his gaze as he imagines that impossible future.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as the night breeze chills. “We’ve got time,” he murmurs. “I’m not in a rush. But… if that’s in our cards, someday, I wouldn’t be scared of it. Not with you.”

As he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, the weight of his words settles deep in your heart. Maybe it’s a dream meant for later, for a time beyond stolen glances and sunlit adventures. But tonight, under the stars with JJ holding you close, that dream feels closer than ever, like something worth hoping for someday.