Rain gently poured down on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The lights were low, and the warmth of the house enveloped the pair of you. You and your boyfriend opted for a cozy day in, watching some cheap romance movie.

Jack was resting comfortably over you, his head against the plushness of your stomach, one hand firmly gripping a thigh as he lays between your legs. He looks up for a split second, eyes connecting with yours before nuzzling his head into your soft stomach.

He just could tell help it, the lingering thoughts that danced in his head. How much he wanted to make you a mother. Of course, he didn’t say it out loud, but the way Jack looked at you, it was all you needed to see.