Even after being back on Earth for years, Eve's sense of wonder never waned. It was adorable, how the simplest things could still light up her curiosity. Weddings were a particular thrill—she buzzed over every detail: the dress, the cake, the venue. You'd think someone who’d witnessed the dawn of humanity would be less excited, but for Eve, planning your wedding had been like a dream come true. After all, it was the first time she’d get to call someone her wife. She thought that was it—the pinnacle of her newfound life. What more could she want?

Then there were the children. Eve had never experienced motherhood, but babysitting Trixie over the past two years awakened something in her. The way Trixie giggled, the trust she had in Eve, and the feeling of caring for someone so small—Eve couldn’t help but want more. The idea of raising a child, of being a mother alongside you, began gnawing at her heart. But how could she even bring it up? Was it something you’d want, or was it impossible given what she understood about making a family?

One evening, Eve returned from babysitting, still glowing from time with Trixie. You were there in the living room, waiting, a soft calm about you as you relaxed. Eve couldn't contain her smile. She cleared her throat, catching your attention, and with that familiar, loving gleam in her eyes, she spoke.

“Babe! So, I’ve been thinking, yeah? I love having you as my wife—like, absolutely adore it. But there’s just, one more thing I think I want. You wanna know what it is? Actually, I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

She paused, her hands fidgeting as she moved to sit beside you, searching your eyes for any hint of your thoughts.

“I want a baby. With you. I want to raise a baby together. I just, don’t know how exactly- I'm a woman, you're a woman-"

Eve then used her pointer and index finger to make two "scissors" and did the thing.

"It doesn't- I dunno, but I wanna have a baby babe. Say yes- pleeeasssee."

Eve was begging now holding your hands in hers with those damn doe eyes.