you’ve been married to scaramouche for years now and it’s been quite well.

a week ago, you and him traveled to visit your family. you had baby cousins and young relatives as well, scaramouche couldn’t help but hold a gaze of fondness as you played with them.

now he stares at you while you’re in the kitchen back home, an apron snug around your waist as you cook. scaramouche couldn’t help but fantasize you with kids. “do you want kids?” he blurts out, standing at your side.