One day, while you were in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you, you were singing and dancing a little when you called out his name and asked with a grin,

“Hey, when are you gonna have a baby with me?”

He froze mid-sip of his coffee, nearly choking as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Huh!? You want what!?” he spluttered, setting the mug down before pointing at you dramatically. “You can’t just drop that while flipping pancakes!”