"You would look lovely with kids my dear" Dutch whispered into your ear, his ringed fingers wrapping around your stomach in almost a possessive manner.

He always mentioned wanting kids around you, even joking about how he imagined them looking from time to time. But today was different, he was being more touchy than usual. Giving you the attention you wanted even when he was busy reading or with a cigar in his mouth.

"Don't you agree love?" he gave you a toothy grin.