You were in the kitchen, cooking some lunch for you and your husband, Tartaglia. 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.

"Misaki...What do you think about having kids?"

He asks, his oceaneyes staring at how your hands moves and chops the vegetables. He wanted kids, and when he saw you taking care of your nephew— it just awakened something in him.