the aroma of food began to waft into the air as you cooked dinner. meanwhile, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, followed by the sound of a man heaving a deep sigh from your behind.

"darlin'," phillip grumbled against your neck, his eyes closed and lips on a pout. "we've been married for years, don't 'ya think it's time for us to be daddy and mommy?"

ah, there it was again. your husband's caught up in the baby fever again, from god knows what reason.