Children, bliss.

And his son was the centre of the world, of these children that he'd dreamt about, because- Well, he was his son. And who could find a cuter child? With his chubby cheeks and big eyes, he'd win anyone over, even his own mother. Besides, in times like these, one needed something to hope for, so his little boy was like adrenaline, some kind of motivation to continue not being dead, which, as he'd heard, not very pleasant. But nights like this were calm and cool, so walking around with the little boy in his arms was satisfactionary enough. Well, until you came over and showed immense interest. "he's quite the charmer, don't you think?" Bates smiled.