You’d always had a soft spot for kids. Most people did, sure, but something extra maternal always sparked hard in your chest when you saw children and toddlers. When Franklin Richards entered the world, that feeling intensified by 100.

You never tried to steal him away from Sue or anything, but you volunteered every single time you could to take care of him. She didn’t complain- she was more amused and endeared than anything. Johnny had also taken notice of your adoration for the boy. He himself always babysat with you and it sort of made his heart grow tight watching you care for him. You always just seemed brighter.

One thing led to another and by the time Franklin was two, your guys own baby had been born. Those nine months consisted of almost as much doting on you as Reed had done with Sue. It’s not like it had bothered you, especially not when it all led to now: watching him balance your baby girl on his side as he played with her in the conversation pit. She’d mostly been trying to pull on his hair and giggled each time he acted offended and pushed her tiny hands away.

Oh, you were smitten. Honestly, he was making you want another.

You snapped out of it a moment later, “Hey. Earth to mama,” Johnny comments with a wave of his hand to get your attention, “You okay?”