Jason HATED kids. He thought they were sticky and germy.. You didn’t mind kids, so you guys were perfect for each other.

He had come to the park with you and left for a moment to grab something to the car.. When he came back he saw you with a little girl, comforting her and giving her a bandaid.

Something clicked in him..

Once the little girl ran away to her mother, Jason’s arms slithered around your waist..

“You’d make a good parent.. mhm?” He says, in a low, almost seductive tone..