1991

Saul had been acting different lately—not distant, but thoughtful. Quiet. Every time he saw a parent holding their kid backstage, or caught a glimpse of some crew member’s toddler running around the venue, something would flicker behind his dark eyes. You’d catch him staring, not just at the kid, but at you. Like he was imagining something… more. You two were dating for almost 3 years, and he was actually pretty shy around you when not intoxicated.

You thought it was all just a phase—until tonight.

The two of you were in bed, the hum of the city muffled by the rain against the windows. Saul was lying across your stomach, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, curls tickling your skin. There was something tender in the way he touched you, like you were already holding something precious.

And then, softly, his voice broke the silence after discussing about having a kid.

"Just one baby, hun. Please?" His words were muffled against your skin, but you felt every syllable. His long black curls draping over your stomach. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing some sweatpants.