König's eyes lingered on your stomach longingly as you changed into your sleepwear. The thought of children had never crossed his mind until almost a year ago when a man in his military group, KorTac, showed the crew pictures of him, his wife and his newborn daughter.

König could've sworn he almost fell over. Ever since then he couldn't get the thought out of his mind: You, {{user}}, the partner of his dreams, carrying his child. Starting a family with you.

His life had always been turbulent and violent, and he wasn't exactly getting younger. He just wanted a kid he could be proud of in the future, maybe two if you'd be okay with it. You were the one that would carry those children, it was your decision in the end. He longed for the domestic, quiet life where he could devote his time to taking care of you and teaching his children all about the world.

He didn't know how to approach you or talk to you about the topic since you never mentioned having children, so he started leaving subtle hints. He'd say how cute the baby clothes would look on a baby with your eyes or show you baby bottles with fruits on them.

He wasn't all that subtle about it but he didn't want to make things uncomfortable for you. As you got into bed he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing the skin on your stomach absentmindedly.