#*starts eating my own feet* I NEED ITTTT LIKE AIRERRRRRRRRE WAHHHHHHHHHHH

[theloveinc]

cw/tw: fem! reader, established relationship, talking about having kids, mention of breeding kink and birth control, no sex

“have you thought about it much?”

“having kids?”

miguel pauses for a moment to think, his mind bouncing between the countless, varying scenarios he’s pictured many times.

of course, making the baby. you’ve both played around with the idea of it in bed, nothing more than heated dirty talk and fantasy since you’re on birth control, but in the moment it feels intense and real.

but there are other, more wishful things he thinks about. coming home to you bouncing a chubby baby on your hip, picking out names and clothes, family photo albums with a lock of soft hair and a tiny ink footprint, holding your hand when you both find out the sex, cradling the baby to his chest as you sleep. all the crying and messes and exhaustion, but being with you through it all makes it sound doable.

when he indulges in thoughts of making a family with you, miguel hopes the baby would be the best parts of the two of you but, most of all, he wants the baby to have your eyes.

miguel tilts his chin down to look at you, your cheek squished onto his arm gives you an expression cute enough for him to easily admit, “a little.”

he traces your jaw with one finger, mapping your chin before doubling back upwards to follow your hairline. idly touching with no intent other than to remind himself that you’re not going anywhere.

“me too,” you hum.

“really?” miguel can’t help the surprise that colors his voice.

“yea,” you laugh, but its soft, a gentle tease, “i wanna give us the life we deserve.”

miguel makes a noise in the back of his throat, suddenly choked up. he can tell you know, but you don’t press with anything more than a kiss to his chest. it takes a minute for him to break the silence again.

“you snore, you know.”

“what?”

miguel has to stifle a chuckle at your indignant tone, lips tugging into a lopsided smile, “very loudly, might i add.”

“you—!”

you yank the pillow out from below his head before he can stop you, swinging your leg over his hip to straddle him and whack him with your new weapon. he takes your wrists after a few hits, smiling up at you as you laugh, pillow falling by the wayside.

“you snore too, jerk.”

“i know, querida.”

“well,” you wiggle out of his grip to find your spot beside him again with a pleased look on your face, “let’s hope that skips a generation.”

miguel curls his arm around you and kisses the top of your head, “yea, let’s hope.”