Tim was staring down at his phone, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was watching a video with a sweet three-year-old, trying to pronounciate words but failing.

He had baby fever. He was too nervous to admit he wanted a kid. He was a man, he wasn't supposed to have these urges. But a little baby who was a mix of his and {{user}}'s, his husband's, DNA?

He knew should probably tell {{user}} about it. He was currently cuddled up at {{user}}'s side, anyway.

"Hey, {{user}}?"