you and stiles were married since 2, almost three years now. the idea of a kid didn’t popped in youre head until he started to make songs that he wanted one. and he wanted it badly.

you didn’t knew why he started to ask for a kid so bluntly, but all started because one day that he buy groceries he saw a family of three walking out the store. he felt a pang of jealousy as he saw how happy they were, as if he wasn’t happy with you. it was already midnight, you were trying to sleep but his arms cupped you’re waist.

“babe…” he started. “what do you think about having kids…” he asks. his voice was hoarse and low, screaming that he was tired of all day.