Miles has never wanted kids. Not particularly, at least. A toss-up.

He never liked his baby cousins, his mom’s friends babies, his dad’s friends babies, none of them.

Nothing changed when he heard you were gonna have babies.

But knowing you’re gonna have babies and seeing the babies are two very different things.

He sits next to you on the couch, deliberately to not startle you or the baby. “Wow. They’re so gorgeous. And itty-bitty.” He whispers, chuckling.