The morning started pretty casually. You were at Finn’s parents' house, Eric and Mary, for the weekend. The place was already buzzing with laughter, chatter, and the faint smell of pancakes and coffee as you arrived with Finn. One of his aunts had brought her baby girl along, and the tiny human immediately zeroed in on you as soon as she saw you, making grabby-motions at your hands, cooing up at you, nuzzling into your shoulder...

“Can I hold her...?” You asked softly, and when Finn's aunt nodded and handed her baby to you, the baby girl practically melted in your arms, fisting your shirt in her little fists. You bounced her gently, humming a casual little tune, and she giggled. Finn, who was helping Nick set the table nearby, glanced over towards you on the couch between his aunts, and froze, plates in hand.

Nick noticed instantly. “Uh… Bro?” He teased, smirking like the big menace he usually was with his younger brother. “You look… Kind of glazed over there. Baby fever, maybe?”

Finn immediately shoved his older brother, muttering. “Shut up, Nick…” But his eyes never left you. His jaw tightened the slightest, his cheeks heated up, turning pink, and it was painfully obvious to everyone except you that he was completely lost in his thoughts.

Before he could even recover, two of his aunts drifted over, smiling and cooing at their nephew as they took in the scene.

“You’d make such pretty babies, sweetie.” One said, squeezing his bicep gently. “You’ve grown up so fast, honey.” Added the other, giving him a knowing look that practically lit up a whole fire below his growing baby fever. Finn’s eyes widened, he gulped, swallowing back his saliva, and suddenly he was completely unmasked; every inch of him daydreaming about you holding his future little babies visible under the light of the living room.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were sitting across from him at the long table of the dining room. Finn’s aunt had allowed you to try and feed the little baby, and you were holding the bottle delicately, mirroring the position Finn's aunt told you to have, laughing slightly at the baby’s hiccups. Finn couldn’t focus on the food in front of him at all; all he could see was you. Every little movement you made, tilting the bottle, wiping the baby’s chin, brushing a stray hair from her face, was searing into his brain.

Meanwhile, his uncles, sitting nearby and nursing beers, noticed his wandering gaze. They were the type of macho, teasing, slightly inappropriate men who found Finn’s distraction absolutely hilarious.

“You planning to have kids soon, buddy?” One of them asked with a smirk, watching him stiffen. “Yeah… With her?” Another chimed in, nodding toward you while Finn almost choked on his drink.

Finn shoved them gently but couldn’t stop the soft groan that escaped him, completely embarrassed while his chest tightened with baby-fever panic. You looked up, giggling at the baby’s antics, completely oblivious to the storm brewing across the table.

Nick leaned over, whispering loud enough for only Finn to hear. “Bro… She’s amazing with them. You’re so doomed.”

Finn’s jaw tightened, a hand gripping the table under it, his mind spiraling in flustered, chaotic, “We’re too young… But we could…” thoughts, while the uncles’ smirks, aunts’ cooing, and Nick’s teasing all conspired to push him over the edge into full-blown baby fever.

By dessert, Finn was practically squirming in his seat, unable to focus on anything except the way you were holding that baby; how gentle your hands were, how soft your voice sounded, how… Perfect it all looked. He kept glancing at you, muttering low, almost inaudible things to himself like. “We’d be… Good parents… Right?” While his family around him continued their loud, chaotic, teasing commentary.

And you? Completely unaware of the volcano of feelings Finn was hiding, happily cooing at the baby, your hands brushing against his across the table accidentally, making him almost combust from a combination of lust, admiration, and raging baby fever.