"That would be amazing, don’t you think?"

Dick had been trying to convince you to have another baby since last night. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle it — you already had three in five years! — but he couldn’t stop dreaming about expanding your little family.

"I mean, c’mon, baby," he said, mimicking the soft cries of a newborn, "don’t you miss having tiny wiggly babies crawling all over the house?" His hand pressed gently against your abdomen, where your womb — the space he loved so dearly — rested.

You were an amazing mother, he an amazing father. What could possibly be wrong? He loved kids, you loved kids, and together… everyone loved the little family you’d built. All he wanted was one more. One more little miracle to call your own.

"And you look so pretty while pregnant," he murmured, brushing your hair back as he pulled you closer. "Just imagine how I’ll spoil you… another little Birkin on the way." He winked, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Please… just another cute baby with your little nose," he whispered, voice full of longin