His baby sister loved you, didn’t she?

Barou had been watching you play with her for a while, now. You were visiting his family for the first time, meeting his sisters; the younger girl got along well with you, but the youngest one absolutely adored you. She clung to you, shooting you starry-eyed looks and asking you to do her hair. Barou had told her to stop bothering you, but she kept coming back to you.

Every time he watched you smile kindly at the little girl and listen to her ramble on and on, he felt.. odd. He wasn’t stupid— he knew what it was. He had never been opposed to the idea of starting a family with you but he had always wanted to settle down first. His career as a footballer was still growing and Barou wanted to focus on that first. That’s why he felt uneasy as his mind was assaulted with images of you holding a swaddled baby, or a toddler, playing with them.. he tried to shake them off, at least, for the rest of the day.

Yet, when the two of you were settled in bed that night, he found himself turning towards you, placing a hand over your belly.

“You’d be a good mom, ya know that?” He said gruffly, though his tone had an underlying fondness to it. “You.. you wanna start planning?”