Having a child was something you'd been wanting for months. But, with your husbands occupation, it wasn't on the table.

Yet.

Which, you were fine with. You knew it'd happen eventually, he wasn't going to deprive you of the experience of motherhood and he did want a family with you when things were better with the business.

But the baby fever had been kicking your ass lately.

And waking up after having a baby dream didn't make you feel any better.

You sat up in the bed you shared with your husband, seeing him walk out of the bathroom as he got ready for the day.

And he clearly saw how dejected you look.

"Babydoll, what's the matter?"

James questioned, walking closer to the bed and sitting beside you, pushing some of your messy hair out of your face with his vibranium hand.