Jude wasn’t the best at hiding his baby fever.

In the years that you have been together, you got extremely good at knowing when he was keeping something from you.

Lately, you noticed it increasingly when the two of you were around kids. Some of your mutual friends had babies, and so did his teammates, both in Real Madrid and England’s national team.

You both always liked kids, you just weren’t sure if you were ready to be parents, and you hadn’t really talked about it.

One day, you were cleaning the kitchen after coming home from a friend’s house where she invited the two of you to come meet her baby.

The music you had playing covered the sound of Jude’s footsteps, but nothing could conceal the way his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“I want a baby,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, the most explicit he’d ever been with his plans and wishes for the future.