Having baby fever was the stupidest thing Dainsleif had ever heard—except, he was suffering from it too.

Every time he saw you trying to put your newborn niece to sleep or bouncing his nephew on your knees to cheer him up, he felt like he was going insane. It was almost inevitable that he would confront you, one strong arm drawing you closer as he wore a pleading look.

"Honey, perhaps we could try for..." Dainsleif trailed off, resting a gentle hand on your belly to convey his message.