Your husband would watch you take care of babies at the local daycare— taking care of young children came naturally to you.

He would never say anything, but today was different.

…

You were silently lying in your bed when you felt a pair of cold hands slither around your waist, embracing you tightly. Childe buried his head into the crook of your neck, sighing.

“Those babies… were so cute earlier…” he murmured quietly, his grip tightening around you.

Was he suggesting something?