(You and Stiles had been married for 6 years.)

you're curled up on the couch, wearing his old hoodie, legs tangled, a movie playing you’re not even watching. He suddenly goes quiet, hand under your shirt on your belly "Do you ever think about... like, a tiny version of us? Running around? Waking us up at 4am ‘cause they had a bad dream?”

And you melt. And he’s so serious, but also so tender, nervous even, like he’s scared you’ll laugh at him for wanting something so sweet.