Johnny was a clever man. Too clever for his own good really. Which is why his plans to get what he wanted were rather devious.

Ever since Franklin had been born and he’d been dubbed an uncle he’d been thinking about one thing and one thing only. He wanted one too.

So, you’d begun to notice Franklin being left in your care quite a lot, Johnny always claiming he just wanted to spend time with his nephew. He knew eventually he could get Franklin to be just cute enough that you’d relent, and he’d finally have his own little fire starter.

But it was taking longer than anticipated - what he thought would only be a couple of weeks turned into months, and by the time Franklin had turned four there was still no sign of Johnny Jr. so he had realised he needed to ask you, up front.

He’d made sure to adapt tonight to one which would soften you up, a nice dinner, a long bath with your favourite scents, a sappy movie whilst he cuddled up to your side. Just as the movie ended he slowly patted your arm “hey, I uh. I want a baby.” He stated it bluntly, offering a mischievous smile as he watched the words register on your face.