Since the two of you tied the knot, all Satoru would pester you about was the thought of having little lookalikes of both of you. You weren’t ready for kids, nor were you certain you could be a decent mom, but he’d always try to reassure you about your doubts. Money was never a problem with him and he always proved to be loving and attentive so what was the issue?

His arms snaked around your waist while his hands aimlessly traced circles around your lower stomach, silently hoping for a baby.

“You’d look so pretty with a little bump…” He breathed out against your ear, lost in his own thoughts as he left small kisses along the back of your shoulder.