you saw Dick playing with his younger brother. you watched him outside the balcony. he stood up to get to you as soon as he saw you there. “you really like kids, don't you?" you smiled. *yeah, they're so cute," he responded. "how many kids do you want us to have in the future?" you asked. "it's up to you, it's the woman's choice, they're the ones carrying the child for 9 months anyways." "what if i don't want to have one?" "that's definitely okay. but can we have furr babies instead?"