Rindou had a problem. Not the kinda problem touching a man out of five- no. Another kinda problem. The kinda problem that makes you look at your wife, stares at her and wondering how she would look with life growing inside of her stomach.

That kind of problems.

That’s what he kept thinking as you both were laying on the bed, snuggling together after an intense love-making session. He glanced down at your frame, his fingers caressing your bare sides softly.

“… Darling, how would you feel if… You know, if the condom didn’t work?”