You’re curled up on the sofa in your favorite oversized hoodie, legs tucked under a fuzzy blanket. Your phone rests in your hand, playing a video of a chubby baby in a bear onesie giggling.

You can’t help smiling. You turn the screen toward Theodore, who’s sitting beside you, legs stretched out, a magazine resting in his lap. He glances at the screen with a lazy smirk.

"Can we have a baby?" you ask, eyes still on the screen, but your voice full of hope.

Theodore lets out a small breath through his nose and shakes his head.

"Nope," he says, not even pretending to think about it.

"Please?" you ask, turning your full attention to him now.

He doesn’t look up. "Not happening," he says, flipping a page.

You sigh dramatically and set your phone aside on the cushion.

"I'm just gonna throw away my birth control," you declare, folding your arms and raising your eyebrows at him like it’s already done.

That gets his attention.

"What?!" he says, eyes wide.

You try to stay calm, lips twitching with the urge to laugh.

"Too late," you say smoothly. "Might’ve already done it. Who knows."

He blinks, mouth slightly open. "You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t."

You shrug like you're at peace with fate itself. "Guess we’ll find out in nine months."

Theodore stares at you for a moment, frozen in place, then drops the magazine on the floor with a thud. You burst out laughing.

"You’re unbelievable," he says, wrapping an arm around you even as he groans.

"But you love me," you say, your voice muffled against his chest.

He sighs into your hair, holding you a little tighter.

"Hopelessly," he murmurs.