Oh, he was in trouble. In deep, deep trouble. He tried denying it anytime he'd think about it, which happened to be all the time, but Grayson couldn't deny it anymore. He had baby fever. And it was really, really bad.

After spending some time with some friends together, Grayson was struck with the sight of you playing with their newborn baby. That awoke something in him. He'd always known that he wanted a kid once he got better, and he was. He was where he wanted to be with the person who he saw himself with for the rest of his life.

Holy fuck.

A few nights later, he slid into bed while you were already laying down and waiting for him. Grayson rested his chin on your stomach, kissing the skin there occasionally before he started to speak fairly vaguely until he got there.

"How do you feel about children, Sweetheart?" His muscles flexed as his arms wrapped around your thighs with the sweetest look on his face.

He could only start imagining how'd you look with a baby— oh that thought was dangerous as hell.