Your husband, Carlos has had a babyfever ever since you had to take care of one of your friend’s babies. His heart raced everytime he saw you taking care of that baby.

You were at home, just washing the dishes and rocking your hips from side to side while humming to yourself. Carlos wrapped his arms around you from behind, moving with you as he nuzzled his face to the nook of your neck, his hands travelling under your shirt.

”We would be great parents, you know?” He hinted once again.