“Please, baby…!” Konig whined and pouted, hugging you from behind and burying his face on your shoulder. He’s had this ‘baby fever’ ever since you’ve both baby-sat a friend’s infant, which fuelled his desires to become a father. You were busy making dinner, deciding if you wanted to comply his request.

He then whispered near your ear with a smirk, placing his hands under your tank top and caressing your abdomen. "You'd look so cute with a baby bump, you know?"