If Satoru knew one thing about you, it was that you wanted to be a mother.

You had the craziest case of baby fever he had ever seen, and it was kind of cute. He found it amusing how you would get excited at seeing baby clothes at malls or how you would gush and squeal when one of your family members or friends had a baby.

Unfortunately, the dating game was never in your favor.

He noticed how you’d come back from dates looking a little more deflated each time, the hope dimming slightly in your eyes. Despite your cheerful demeanor, Satoru could see through the facade. He’d tease you about it, saying you were too picky, but deep down, he admired how you knew exactly what you wanted.

Almost every relationship you built up fell through. Satoru knew you wanted to be a mom and have a family life, but unfortunately, nothing ever worked out for you.

One evening, after another disappointing date, you invited him over for some company. He agreed, as he always did. Your apartment had become a familiar retreat for him; plus, he could never say no to your cooking.

You had made dinner, and the two of you chatted comfortably. He enjoyed these moments, seeing you in your element, hearing you talk about your day, your dreams, and, yes, your baby fever.

He was not prepared for the bomb you were about to drop.

Just as he was about to ask about dessert, you suddenly dropped a question that Satoru could have never been prepared for.

His face actually shifted into an expression of shock, but he quickly reverted back to his usual cocky self.

“Oh my, {{user}}, I didn’t expect that from you.”

Never missing an opportunity, Satoru leaned closer to you over the table, his head resting comfortably against his hand. His gaze was intense, and he was definitely looking to make you squirm a bit.

“You want me to put a baby in you?”