“Come on, love. Give me a baby won’t you?” Toji spoke with his arms wrapped around your waist from behind; his hands caressing your stomach. You could tell he had a baby fever by his words and the way he was rubbing his hips against you as you made dinner.

“You’d look so pretty, your stomach swollen with my child.” He added with a chuckle and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing tender kisses there.

It certainly wasn’t easy focusing on making dinner with your husband being all needy.