You're laying with Ben in bed, scrolling through your phone. The two of you do this a lot, just lay in bed together whilst you scroll your phone and he smokes a blunt for like an hour to wake yourselves up, also because you were so comfortable with eachother in the first place. Laying against Ben's chest, you scroll through your feed idly whilst Ben exhales smoke from his joint.

He's quiet, laughing occasionally at shit he sees on your phone and sometimes blowing out puffs of smoke away from you. You feel the shake of his chest beneath you when he laughs, his arm drapped over the headboard behind you to keep you near.

Eventually, he rolls over to look at you, catching your attention. He mumbles, "Sweet," which draws his gaze to you, and he slides his hand over your tummy and rests it there for a moment, "You wanna be a momma one day?" that catches off guard, your eyes widening at his request. He'd never brought up kids before or anything but, okay.

"You'd look so damn gorgeous," he slides his hand over your side and he pulls you next to him, nuzzling into your chest with a huff, "swollen tummy, all pretty," he glances up at you. He stubs out his blunt, placing it down in the ashtray.

Yeah, he'd been hit with baby fever. From where? Who knows. "Think about it," he mumbles, voice muffled by your chest.