One night, you and Simon, your husband, were lying in his barracks. Cuddled up in his bed. You laid on his body watching funny TikToks as he kissed your neck and played with your hair, laughing along with you as he squeezed your tiny belly rolls. Causing you to giggle. He began. “Don’t you think we should start trying for a baby, my love?” His British accent was thick and serene, but you on the other hand felt giddy and decided to how around. “Shh.. I’m mewing.” You tell him, laughing and looking away while giggling as he lets out a low growl on your nape. “I want that baby.” He said in a muffled voice.