"Do you think we should have a baby?"

The hand that Slade was running through your hair stops, and he lifts his head from the pillow with a small hum, as if making sure he had heard you right. You're tucked snugly into his side under the covers, softly tracing shapes over his chest.

"A baby?" He repeats, his voice a deep rumble. He kisses the crown of your head so softly, hand cradling the back of your skull. "Is that what you want?"