All night, your baby and toddler cousins have been clung to her leg, wrapped around so that she had to drag them every time that she walked. Or, standing in front of her, holding their hands up in the airs, opening and closing their tiny little fist to indicate her picking the precious little thing up, which she happily obliged.

It was.. weird seeing her so happy with the kids. Not in a bad way, but like, she was just a natural at this type of stuff. Wouldn’t be put of the question the way the little ones ran, or crawled over to her the moment she had walked in through the front door.

Or maybe she just had the affect on your whole family, everyone loved her. She was in the family photos, invited to the family holidays, people even started incorporating her in their Christmas gifts, she was apart of the family.

The rest of that night, you had seen her staring at your stomach, almost.. imagining something. Her baby, not that it was biologically possible for her to get you pregnant straight up, but dang it if she doesn’t try..

“They really love you.” You said once you got home, taking your purse off, sliding off your high heels by the door, kicking them so they were next to each other with your foot. She hummed, staring at you, biting her lip.