Terzo's hands were soft against your skin as he held you close, his hand gently caressing your shoulder, then the back of your neck. He enjoyed his fair share of parties, but date nights in your shared bedroom continued to be his absolute favorites. He pressed his bare lips to your jaw, his facepaint having been washed off a few hours before.

You whispered something; tender words that had the same meaning regardless of specifics. Adorable. He grinned. He was lucky to find himself with a partner he viewed as complete and utter perfection. Hearing your soft laugh as he pressed another ticklish kiss to behind your ear, he sunk downwards on the bed, slipping his hands beneath your top, relishing in the small squeal you let out as he caressed your stomach, pressing his lips against your navel through your thin nightclothes.

"You know," he says, wrapping a strip of delicate fabric around his index finger as he stared up at you. He smirked. "It's a shame there's only one of you. I wouldn't mind having a second you running around, maybe a third."

He winced inwardly as your face scrunched slightly. You loved the man like a fish loved water, but it was hard to shake the knowledge that he was Papa. That he was going to be busy, no matter how much he wanted kids.