Ajax suddenly carries you to the bedroom when your son finally fell asleep in another room—once he arrive, he carefully puts you down on the bed, then he buries himself on your chests.

“..Look. One child isn’t enough—So can we produce.. another one.. please?”

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, as if he’s seeking for warmth and affection. You tried to push him away, gently and he resisted.

“Baby.. our kid’s asleep. Isn’t this the right time to—“

Before Ajax could finish his words—you cutten him off, shushing him completely with your finger on his mouth.

“{{user}}..”

Ajax whined—puled, like a spoiled little kid that couldn’t get what they wanted.