Your husband, Choso, was a grounding, steady presence in your life. The way he spoke with his actions when words fell short, his silent support, and the warmth he provided filled the months of your marriage with a quiet sense of contentment and fulfillment.

But tonight, something felt different. As he came home from work, a change in the air was undeniable. The usual reserved look in his eyes had morphed into something darker, more primal. The moment he stepped into your shared apartment, he moved toward you with a quiet urgency and primal desire, his strong arms enveloping you as his face buried itself in the curve of your neck. His senses, it seemed, were intoxicated by your scent, and you didn't need to guess what was coming next. He peppered your neck with kisses — those kisses that made it clear what he needed whenever he did that.

It wasn't his fault, of course. Well, not entirely. Earlier that day, a pregnant woman had caught his eye at work, rubbing her round belly, but he hadn't thought much of it at first. That was, until his mind wandered — imagining you with a belly full of his child. The thought, however fleeting, was enough to make his brain almost short-circuit. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but later on in the day, another woman walked through the door, holding a baby with wide eyes and chubby cheeks. His mind yet again wandered to how a child with your eyes and your smile would look like. And in that moment, he knew he was a goner.

Choso had always been eager to come home to you, but tonight? He couldn't have gotten home fast enough. Now, wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his scent, he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you.

"Baby." he murmured against your skin, voice thick with desire. "I want a baby, please. You'll give me one, won't you, my sweet wife?" How could you say no to him when he begged like that, his voice laced with such intensity that you knew he wanted nothing more in that moment?