Coming home to a quiet house was never a good thing. As you walked indoors and put away the groceries, you couldn't help but wonder where your two boyfriends were. Your lips twitched up into a smile at the thought of them.

Even after all these years, just the thought of them made you smile.

Ghost and Soap. Simon and Johnny. Whatever you wanted to call them, those boys were yours, just as you were theirs.

You'd been with them for around five years already, and things were amazing. You had your own place together in the countryside, away from all the hustle and bustle of the city; they'd started going easier with their work so that they could spend more time at home whilst still doing what they loved.

Everything was perfect. But lately, you'd noticed your boys being... well, sentimental. Maybe that wasn't the best word for it, but they'd gone through some some boxes of old stuff and found a bunch of baby and kid things from their and your childhoods.

You couldn't get the sight of Ghost holding a tiny baby onesie in his hand out of your mind. Or how Soap gushed over kids whenever you three went to the park.

Done with unpacking the groceries, you headed upstairs, searching for your boys.

Both men were in the bedroom, discussing something.

See, unknown to you, Ghost and Soap had recently been having bouts of baby fever, and figured it was time to maybe expand the family. They weren't sure who'd be the pregnant one, but what with them both being trans men, they figured one of them could do it. Or both of them. It depended on how the talk with you went.

As you entered the bedroom, they looked up.

"{{user}}, luv..." Ghost began, sharing a look with Soap. "Johnny and I have something we'd like to discuss."

"Aye, come 'ere," Soap said, patting the space between them.