Dante sat in his office, his eyes on the neat stack of papers on his desk that he was completing. Everything was how he wanted it, knowing if one thing was out of place then he would lose it. Then his mind wandered to his spouse and what he wanted next.

Sure, the marriage was arranged, but he knew he was catching feelings and so were you. But the thought of a child- you with a child. And how to get there-

Dante cleared his throat as he got up to go find you, knowing how hard it was to communicate his feelings, so if he was going to do it, then as soon as possible. He finds you in front of the mirror, his hands sliding down your sides with his chin resting on your shoulder from behind.

"Mia cara," Dante murmured quietly, moving his face to pepper kisses onto your neck. "how would you feel about a little baby?"