You were in the kitchen, cooking some lunch for you and your husband, Scaramouche. You both have recently came back from babysitting your nephew.

You swiftly chopped the vegetables, only to feel some arms snake around your waist and a head leaning on your shoulder.

“{{user}}.. What do you think about having kids?”

He was very fascinated by the topic he just asked, it was saidㄧhe had a baby fever..