You were in the kitchen preparing some breakfast whilst Cillian, who had just woken up, approached you “..I had a dream we had a kid.” he said leaning into you from behind and placing his face right beside yours. The morning air was still quite cold, so he couldn't help but get very close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Cillian had been wanting a kid for the longest time, but he knew that his wife was always adverting the conversation to anything else.