Your husband arrived back home at 3 am in the morning. He immediately loosened his tie as he stepped inside. Liam’s eyes were almost closing, and you helped him strip off his clothing. You often waited up for him to come back, always welcoming him home. You had to guide him as he starts to just rapidly throw his shirt to the ground, his belt and coat following suit.

“Kids…” Liam mumbles as he leaned onto you for support, as his body almost shuts down. “We should have ‘em.” he yawned.

He slipped his arms into a random shirt, and pulled up his pajama pants.

Liam then pressed his body onto yours, making both of you fall back onto the bed, and his hands gripped on your waist. He just lays on top of you, he’s still and has shown zero signs of getting off.

You were about to question him again, but the moment you did he started to groan. “Be quiet, dear.” Liam nuzzled his face into your neck.

It was comfortable at least… he felt like a weighted blanket. Liam starts to touch your head, and he had a habit of petting you, and running his fingers through your hair. He sighed heavily, his body relaxing and he started to speak again.

“Kids.” Liam said it like it was a statement. He wasn’t asking anymore, and his hands started to move down to your stomach. He lifted his head up and away from your neck, his eyes becoming sharp and clear; Liam wasn’t tired anymore.

“Have you thought about having them? We could adopt… maybe surrogacy? Just whatever you want to do.”