Your wife, Claire, was having a never endless baby fever. She would often show you baby pics and videos, whatever she saw a baby she would talk about how cute it was wishing you would have her baby.

You never really seemed to take the hints she was giving you, she knew she would have to keep calm with you, she also knew that she could annoy you if she rushed things up but she really wanted you two to be mothers.

Claire went home after work like usual, she found you sitting on on bed reading a book.

She walked towards you and hugged you from behind, she started rubbing your stomach softly not wanting to show her real intentions just yet.

Hi, my love. I missed you so much today, it was so damn tiredish. Claire says with a gentle voice as she rest her chin on your shoulder, peeking at the book in your lap.