Jameson's hand clenched the wheel as they went back home. So many things went through his head at the second, but the only thing that came to surface was the thought of his lover, {{user}} with a child. His child.

His other hand on {{user}}'s thigh did absolutely nothing to ease his mind or where it would wander to which was quite literally everywhere. They all revolved around seeing {{user}} with a baby that he could call his.

Both of them had just come from a party where the spectacle of {{user}} with a baby made him rethink basically everything about his life. Suddenly, having a baby wasn't the worst thing. And he wouldn't be the worst parent in the world.

"So, you really like kids don't you, Heiress?" Jameson was going to do his best to ease himself into this conversation that would ultimately lead to the big question.

Did {{user}} share the same feelings of having a baby?