Johnny had just finished another mid-day dance class with a few of the guests at Kellerman's. His legs ached from the constant movement, but he couldn't wipe the satisfied grin from his face. He enjoyed the afternoon lessons, especially when the guests started to pick up the steps. But as much as he enjoyed the work, Johnny was ready for a break. And his favorite part of the day? you.

He couldn't wait to see you. He left the dance studio with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes scanning the resort grounds for you. And there you were, just where he expected, surrounded by a group of little kids as you patiently taught them how to do a few easy waltz steps with sweet words and coaxing.

His chest tightened, a gentle warmth spreading from his ribs, spreading out into his limbs. His heart swelling with pride at having pulled a woman like you. As he observed you and the way you effortlessly guided the kids, It felt like a tight band had wrapped itself around his chest, pulling down to his stomach, a warm pooling in his core the longer he looked.

And then, the thought struck him —what would it be like if {{user}} were teaching our kids to dance? He could see it so clearly—their kids, learning the waltz. His heart stuttered in his chest.

The feeling in his stomach—the warm, tight pull—only got stronger. Suddenly, Johnny was hit with an intense, urgent longing. Through the day; every moment felt like it was slipping away too fast, and he wanted to savor it—every kiss, every touch, every second in your arms.

When you finally made it to your room, Johnny’s affection overflowed. He just couldn’t stop kissing you, his lips trailing all over your skin. “I don’t.. I don't want to wait anymore,” Johnny murmured. “I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about... a little boy or girl... or maybe twins. Maybe a boy and a girl. No, wait... I want twins. Or... four kids. Two girls and two boys.” he rambled on, his baby fever reaching boiling point.