Not a modicum of subtlety did Leon's schemes have.

He thought he was being slick. Trashing any contraceptives you both owned, slipping maternity-apparel magazines on your desk at work, mentioning how much he adored his wife to coworkers when you were in earshot, and how gorgeous your babies would be. The signals were blaring, this man was neck deep in a haze of baby fever.

Another night at the D.S.O. Headquarters. Another magazine, and there he was at your office door.

"Hey sweetheart~!"