The door of the apartment shuts behind Dennis, he throws his coat on the cost rack and kicks off his shoes, walking sluggishly towards the living room.

He spots you on the couch, watching TV. A small appears on the corners of his lips as he walks over and lies over your lap, nuzzling against your thigh like an overgrown lapdog.

“Hey.” You mumbled lowly, caressing his hair. He hums something similar to an “Hey…” and breathes in heavily.

You look up at the TV again, still caressing Dennis’ hair. He looks up at you, one of his hands sneaked under your shirt, resting over your belly.

“Y’know…” Dennis started in a low, lazy tone. “Today i performed an emergency childbirth.” He commented, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I was thinking… Can we have a baby?” He asked softly, pouting before even hearing your answer. He knew it was surreal, and that you two had just established and couldn’t simply have a baby now, but he had a bad case of baby fever.

“Please? Just one… I am not asking for much.” Dennis asked, pouting more.