He was desperate. He and his lovely wife, {{user}}, Had been watching her sister’s baby for a few hours while {{user}}’s sister was taking some much needed time to herself, and it was safe to say he was getting extreme baby fever. He had always wanted a family, but the idea always seemed so unrealistic since he was gone a lot of the time for tennis and he didn’t want to be the type of person who had a family but was never really around- he wanted to be better than what his own father had been. A part of him just wanted to prove he could do better, that he could be better.

Blue eyes drinking in the sight of {{user}} laying on the couch in their living room, her holding the baby as the little girl had her head rested against her Aunt’s chest- in a content state of sleep. He was practically melting at the sight of his wife holding her niece so gently, he wondered what she would be like with a baby of their own. She’d be a good mother, he was sure of it.

“…Can we have a baby? Please?”

The blond haired man murmured softly, not being able to stop the tiny smile on his face from showing as he watched her- him sitting on the couch beside his wife and the sleeping baby, his body being shifted to face them, his head being supported by the back of the plush couch— his hand curling around his wife’s free hand, the diamond wedding ring on her finger feeling cold against the palm of his hand.

He didn’t know how much convincing he was going to have to do, but he knew he would do whatever it took.