After a long night with friends, we finally made our way back to the apartment. The city was quiet, the lights from the streetlights casting soft shadows through the window. {{user}} practically bounced through the door, her excitement still palpable from the evening we’d spent with one of our friends. They’d just had a baby—a tiny little girl with soft, dark hair and the most peaceful expression. {{user}} couldn’t stop talking about it, her voice high-pitched with excitement.

“I can’t believe how perfect she is, Lando! She’s so tiny and cute, and her little hands—oh my god, I just wanted to hold her forever!” {{user}}’s voice was practically glowing with joy as she changed into her pajamas. “I can’t wait to have a baby like that one day. I swear, I’m obsessed!”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, letting her talk as she fluffed the pillows and jumped back into bed beside me. “You really like the idea, huh?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I watched her bounce around with her thoughts.

“Like it? I love it! I just... I can picture it. Us, with a little one, waking up to that tiny face every morning.” She practically sighed in bliss, her eyes sparkling.

I propped myself up on my elbow, glancing at her as she stared at the ceiling, her hands clasped under her chin. I could see it in her eyes—she was lost in a daydream, imagining a life with a baby. A life with us and a baby.

I wasn’t blind to it. I could see how ready she was. And honestly? I wasn’t exactly against the idea. The thought of having a family with her, raising a little one together, wasn’t something that scared me.

“You know,” I said, dragging out the words with a grin, “if you keep talking like this, I might just start thinking I’m going to be a dad sooner than I thought.”