In the heart of Tokyo, amidst the bustling streets and hidden curses, the greatest sorcerer of his time, Satoru Gojo, found himself in an unusual situation. He stood in a friend's living room, watching his wife, you, cradling your friend's newborn baby. Your face glowed with serene happiness, your gentle rocking motion soothing the infant in your arms. His heart stirred with a feeling he hadn't expected.

After your visit, both of you walked back to your shared home, and as soon as the door closed, he pulled you gently against him, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.

"Today, seeing you with the baby... it stirred something in me," He admitted. He began to rub small circles on your stomach with his hand, his touch gentle and reverent. "I want that" He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want us to have a child. I just know you'd look so fucking good holding our baby."