You sat across from Jay in a cozy Korean restaurant, the soft clatter of dishes and low chatter filling the air. He was carefully placing japchae and bulgogi on your plate with that familiar, focused expression.

“I’m trying to get this just right. I remember you said last time too much sauce kills the flavor.”

You smiled, about to respond, when a small giggle caught your attention. A little girl at the next table was beaming at Jay, clearly amused. Jay smiled and gave her a little wave, making her laugh and hide behind her mom.

Something about the way he looked at the girl made your heart ache in the sweetest way. The famous baby fever finally hitting you.

“I’m think I’ve got a new little fan- oh! What’s that look, love? You picturing me with a mini-me?”