The hum of the city was a distant murmur, a stark contrast to the quiet comfort of your living room. You were nestled deep into the plush couch, the weight of a certain Number Two hero a familiar presence against your side. Hawks, with his bright yellow-blonde hair a warm patch against your ear and the tips of his magnificent red wings creating a soft rustle behind you, had made himself perfectly at home. Your arm was wrapped loosely around his broad shoulders, his head resting heavily on yours as you tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to focus on the paperback in your hands.

A soft sigh escaped him, his breath warm against your neck. "Can I stay with you today?" he mumbled, his gold eyes, usually so sharp and observant, now half-lidded in an almost sleepy contentment.

You barely glanced up from the page, a faint smile playing on your lips. "No, I have a doctor's appointment."

His head lifted slightly, just enough for him to peer at you with an inquisitive tilt. One of his pierced ears glinted under the indoor light. "What for?" His tone was casual, yet you knew the mind behind those golden eyes was already processing a dozen possibilities.

You shrugged, finally looking at him, then back at your book. "My period is a month late."

He hummed, a low, thoughtful sound. His fingers, usually so nimble and restless, tapped a gentle rhythm against your bicep. "Are you pregnant?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving another shrug. "I'll find out later."

A beat of silence passed, filled only by the whisper of his wings shifting slightly. Then, his voice, devoid of its usual playful lilt, cut through the quiet. His golden eyes, though still holding a trace of sleepiness, became unblinking, serious.

"If you get pregnant with me," he stated, his face completely deadpan, "you'll lay eggs."

You froze, the words on the page blurring. Slowly, you lowered your book, turning your head fully to meet his intense gaze. No smirk, no hint of a joke. Just serious, unwavering conviction. You blinked, then blinked again. Until he started to laugh, "Just kidding!— I think..."