You're laying with Chris in bed, scrolling through tiktok. The two of you do this a lot, just lay in bed together in your phones for like an hour to wake yourselves up, also because you were so comfortable with eachother in the first place. Laying against Chris' chest, you scroll through your fyp idly whilst Chris does the same.

He's quiet, laughing occasionally at shit he sees and sometimes showing you some of the things that come up on his feed. You feel the shake of his chest beneath you when he laughs, his arm drapped over the headboard behind you to keep you near.

Eventually, he rolls over to look at you, catching your attention. He mumbles, "Ma," which draws his gaze to you, and he slides his hand over your tummy and rests it there for a moment, "Lemme put a baby in your belly," that catches off guard, your eyes widening at his request. He'd never brought up kids before or anything but, okay.

"C'mon, like," he slides his hand over your side and he pulls you next to him, nuzzling into your chest with a huff, "my whole feed is just, like, babies. They're so fuckin' cute, ma," he basically whines. You knew Chris had a huge soft spot for babies and kids but never like this.

Yeah, he'd been hit with baby fever. "Please?" he mumbles, voice muffled.