{{user}} opened the bedroom door with a soft creak, the robe hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing your legs. Your hair, still damp from the shower, fell over your shoulders as you walked slowly toward the bed. Dante was lying down, hands behind his head, black t-shirt slightly wrinkled and eyes lazy — but alert.

"Again with this?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow at the way you approached.

{{user}} smirked teasingly, climbing onto the bed and leaning over him, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

"Can’t I even bring it up without you making that face?" you whispered, your eyes locked onto his.

Dante sighed and looked away. "You know it’s not the right time, babe. Demon hunters don’t exactly go with diapers and baby bottles."

"And who said I want them to go together?" {{user}} teased lightly. "I’m just saying… you’d make a good dad."

"Tch. You say that now, but imagine a kid running around the agency while I’m trying to take down a three-headed demon."

{{user}} lay down beside him, your still-warm body pressing gently against his.

"So is that a definite no?"

Dante turned his head, locking eyes with yours for a long moment.

"It’s not a 'definite' no… just not right now." He ran a hand through your hair, offering a crooked smile. "But if you keep coming at me like that, damn… it’s gonna be hard to wait."