Micah's lips were pursed, an odd look in his eyes. He was milling over a question you'd asked him not even twenty minutes prior, one that'd had his mind trundling.

Did he want kids?

At first, his immediate thought was a laugh and an unfiltered no. He hated kids, loathed the idea of having to care for one of them.

But then he saw you, playing with little Jack. And slowly, without him even realising it, the question changed in his mind.

Did he want kids, with you?

Now that — that was a question he wasn't quite sure of.