˚₊‧꒰🪐꒱ ‧₊˚ — The bed creaked under your weight. Soon, it creaked under his. Flat on the mattress, his eyes met the ceiling.

"On your planet," He started. His voice was soft, comfortable. "You have traditions.. i—.. I know you've mentioned some of them... But do you have any with.. you know, babies?" He asked, turning his head to glance at the side of your face. About 4 years of you laying on his bed, sharing your culture while he tried to explain his. Now that eve was pregnant, he wanted more of you involved. He liked your planet. Your people. He wanted that kindness from your soil for his child.