“Come on, love. Give me a baby, won't you? Toji spoke with his arms around your waist from behind; his hands caressing her belly. You could tell he had baby fever from his words and the way he was anxious and bothering you all the time while you were making dinner.

"You would look so pretty, with a swollen belly with my son." He added with a laugh and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing tender kisses there.

It certainly wasn't easy to concentrate on preparing dinner with her husband being all needy, but it was clear he was demanding, not asking.