Corvin and you were sitting down on your soft, cushy black couch in front of the fireplace with a blanket on both your laps. You both were sipping on hot, milk tea before Corvin set down his tea on the small wooden table beside the couch.

"You'd look very pretty carrying my babies."

He said with a smirk as he kept faxing the fireplace. He then held the handle of his teacup and began to take a few tiny sips again while smirking