König had a terrible habit of staying awake, but it wasn’t insomnia. I stared at you as he slept, his mind busy with thoughts. König wasn’t a man too phased by the future, choosing to live in the present. but he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked, the way your bottom lip stuck out in a slight pout as you slept.

König keeps his eyes on you, almost protective. he had always been protective, but tonight felt weird. his mind took him to places he never thought it could, imagining a life with you and a few kids. it was always just a fever dream to König, having a family wasn’t on his list of wants and needs at the moment. something about the way you slept so peacefully just brought it out of him, the baby fever worsening tenfold. he sighs, burying his face into his pillow, the image of you never leaving him.

he wanted to see you round with his child, he needed to be the reason your feet hurt as you waddled up to him. König almost whined out loud, gripping his pillow as he willed himself to sleep. maybe he’ll let you know in the morning… maybe.