#imagine a morning with him

[prommytheus]

imagine being a gavinners fan from like wisconsin or some other place like that. vermont idk and they announce a world tour, so you buy tickets for the nearest location. and they start off in LA, their home city, makes sense.

but then you get an email that says NEVERMIND and you get an immediate refund on cashapp. and you look it up and apparently someone was fucking shot at the first concert and klavgav got set on fire and the bassist went to jail for drug smuggling and murder charges. and now they’re announcing a breakup. what do you even do with that fucking onslaught of information

[weaselishmcdiesel]

katnep is the type of ship you'd expect nepeta to try really hard and dress all cutely and karkat be a bit more lazy and wear the same clothes BUT if we're all being honest karkat would absolutely dress up all fancy and nepeta would wear her usual clothes. karkat would go to kanaya in a heartbeat, kanaya would try to reach out to nepeta but nepeta will not comply.

bonus points if kanaya continues to try and make something pretty but also comfortable and fitting for nepetas tastes but it backfires because she then never takes it off and kanaya has to watch it very clearly become worn and ruined as nepeta rolls around in dirt. Kanaya accounted for that of course, but nepeta somehow surpassed her expectations anyways

i think youre totally completely right

[brethilach]

Thorin and Bilbo

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[kissesfordaryl]

I have a request!!!!

Okay okay…

Daryl who has never had any desire to touch or masturbate… he doesn’t even know how… he rarely gets hard.

But… once he meets reader, suddenly he’s got this new feeling, he’s always getting hard but he’s so pure and sexually innocent that he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to touch, he’s never cum before.

Reader very gently teaches Daryl how his body works and shows him how to cum and Daryl’s basically a puddle on the floor. He’s very shy to be touched, reluctant at first, never having experience even just masturbation.

You teach him how his body works and he loves it.

Subby innocent baby

a sweet thing.

male reader x daryl dixon.

summary: theres many things new daryls yet to experience in your relationship- but what he was most excited for was you: your touch lingering over his skin as you show him how to feel good.

era: prison.

note: ty for the request anon!! hopefully i didnt take too long to write

daryl twists and turns in bed, waiting for you to come back from your shower. hes been antsy all day, images of you flashing through his mind. youve both been busy lately with all the new additions to the group and the renovations happening- but you managed to sneak some time away with him once in a while: a stolen kiss here or there.

but daryls been wanting more. he had asked to take things slow between you, and of course youve complied perfectly. in fact, he thinks youve followed his request too closely. youve been waiting on him to make a move, but daryl has absolutely no clue how to do so. hes never done anything like that. hes only masturbated a handful of times in his whole life, and that was ages ago. he wasnt the physical touch type, but when it came to you, everything was different. he found himself having urges hes never experienced before- and all of it was overwhelming. he just wished he knew the right words to say to you.

daryl sighs, sitting up a little. he stares up at the thin sheet acting as a barrier, then down at his lap. he thinks about you in the shower now, rinsing off all the sweat and grime thats accumulated from working so hard throughout the day. thinks about the water gliding down your body, wet hair clinging to your face.

his body feels hot all over, pleasure bubbling underneath his skin. with a foreign touch, his hand comes up to palm at his half-hard cock. hes never realized how sensitive he is, his legs drawn together as he strokes himself with one hand, the other muffling his sounds. with his eyes shut, he misses the curtains being drawn back to reveal you standing there.

and you, youve never seen daryl like this. sure, hes always been more of the needy type, constantly clinging to you as you made out with him- but never this: a hand wrapped firmly around his dick, pumping up and down and eyes screwed shut.

well, he looked delicious. you felt frozen in place, just watching and watching. youre careful as you approach daryl, the bed dipping under your weight. he springs up in response, wide eyed and breathless.

youre a little rough, attacking his mouth with a searing kiss. "i cant wait," daryl tilts his head back, mouth parting just slightly, "cant go slow anymore. cmon."

he lets you redirect him on the bed, eyes glazed over with arousal. he shakes his head and nods at the same time, both reluctant and eager for you to touch him. your gaze lands on his cock, flush at the head and twitching underneath your attention.

you realize he hasnt got any lubricant, not even spit. "jesus, dee. doesnt that hurt?"

he stares at you in confusion until youre spitting into your hand, grabbing him by the shaft and slicking him up. he arches into the touch like he doesnt even know hes doing it, eyes rolling back. and you knew he never had experience doing this kinda stuff with men, but not even a handjob? here you were, barely touching him and he was teetering over the edge already. a sort of warm energy rushes through your body at seeing daryl like this, short hair matted like hes been tossing and turning in pleasure.

"what, you couldnt just wait for me to come outta the shower?" you tease, pressing short but warm kisses all along his neck, "had to take care of yourself?"

a sliver of pre-come collects at his slit, and you continue. "or maybe you wanted me to see you like this? shit, good thing i did too- looks like you could use some pointers."

daryls a mess, and it occurs to you that your words may not even be registering for him. "fuck," he finally responds, "fuck- yeah. yeah, please."

"please?" and in the face of it all, you cant help but let out a little chuckle. daryl could handle anything- walkers, people, hunting- but he doesnt know how to jerk off? "alright, ill teach you a little something."

you rearrange your positions, getting up on the bed and sitting in between his legs. hes got his pants pulled halfway down his ass, just enough room for him to get his dick out. "first," you take him by the base, "its good to get this pretty cock all wet beforehand." you collect all the saliva in your mouth, letting it drip onto his cock. his hand flys out to muffle his moans, his hips jerking into your fist. "makes everything feel better, right?"

he nods weakly, shirt riding up to reveal soft skin. you tugged at it, urging him to take it off. he obliges with ease, throwing his shirt to the ground. "and if you wanna feel real good," youre tearing at his pants now, "you can go a little lower."

your fingers ghost over his hole, applying just a little pressure. he cums right then and there, a low whine escaping from him. you refuse to let up, your hands still stroking his flaccid cock. he shoves at your chest, tears springing in his eyes.

with a gentle touch, youre wiping at his face and kissing away his tears. "good?"

he nods, arms weakly wrapping around your back and pulling you close. you hiss as your own erection presses against his thigh, daryl shifting underneath you.

"m'gonna try it again. on you." he suggests shyly, hands disappearing under your shirt.

you lean back onto the mattress, an arm coming up to rest under your head to watch him work. yeah, you could get used to this.

first little drabbleish how do we feel

[justaz]

thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”

[tubbytarchia]

For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

[skywerse]

the eepening

[bruciemilf]

The most embarrassing moment of Jason’s life is calling Bruce to bail him out for underage drinking

[deathdetermineslife]

imagine taking a nap with your f/o. whether only one of you is sleeping or both of you, imagine snuggling up on the couch or your bed or even making a little blanket fort on the floor. if only one of you is sleeping, what's the other doing? reading a book? being a little weirdo and watching the other sleep? both?

[ratatatastic]

"Good morning, Matt. I'm over here." *proceeds to look around widly like a dog being told a special word like b-a-l-l*

he looks so disgruntled having to locate people he must've been shit at the I SPY books as a kid

media availability | 6.14.24 (x)

[ruporas]

lonely

[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

[tragedy-of-commons]

To put it lightly, Kaveh is incensed.

Sat at the dining room table, seething with a tick to his square jaw, all of his thoughts scrambling for some semblance of purchase.

Just who do you think you are? How did you find out about his debt, and more importantly, why did you pay it off in its entirety for no good reason? Most importantly, who are you? Taking the moral high ground by wiping all of his financial troubles clean anonymously is...

...is a wonderful thing. He's so grateful that there are tears in his eyes as he fights the urge to stand up from his mandated breather to hunt you down himself. If you know about his issues, who's to say that you don't know about his living situation too? He'd been so careful - well, save for the time he'd gotten a little tipsy and blabbed to the whole tavern - but that's neither here nor there!

But what is he supposed to do, really? His hands are idle, and no work is getting done because for once he doesn't have to crunch any commissions. There's nothing to pay off, nothing glaring to make up for because that's all he's been doing for years and years. Running in circles, dragging his own feet - so much so that he truly thought he was fated to be miserable. He can breathe a bit easier, and he actually tastes the humidity seeping into the house.

You are horribly audacious, but Kaveh can't even express it because you are philanthropic to boot. It's humiliating, thinking of himself as a charity case, even if it's true; he lives rent-free in his sort-of-friend's home, hanging off of Alhaitham's back like a leech, struggling to find work that he actually likes. But now? Now there is one less monumental burden obscuring his creative vision for the future.

Archons. He's crying, wiping away the beading tears with his coarse palms. Kaveh can't even thank you or give you anything in return. He knows it's petty to be bitter about a miracle such as this - so many have it worse and hope for this everyday - but it stings. It stings like a scorpion, venom spreading slowly to every limb before lulling him into a delirious fever dream. It stings because he couldn't pull himself out of the mess that he made.

He rises from his chair with a vengeance before realizing how silly he looks with his hackles raised. He has to do something... try to track you down, maybe. He could try to get some more information out of Dori, narrow down the list of suspects. Yes, that's what he'll do next.

The logistics of this plan contribute to Kaveh's (oddly painless) headache that he's nursing. It's too late in the day to interrogate anyone right now, though it doesn't stop him from imagining doing so as he goes about doing pointless chores to keep himself occupied. The dishes are surely going to get scuffed with the force of his scrubbing... sometimes he forgets he slings a claymore around.

What will he say when he finds you? He could try and convince you to ask for a refund, if that's even possible. Surely your sizable wealth could be put to use somewhere better - an actual noble cause, perhaps. If that doesn't work, he could always do some work for you off the books. That's what got him into this mess, after all - passion and his craft and whatever else other scholars would turn their noses up at.

Would you even accept his service? It's the least he could do. Kaveh's mind can't help but conjure up all sorts of ideas of what you might be like, images of foreign dignitaries on vacation to juggernauts of old money flashing before him. No matter, he'll pay you back no matter what.

Before he truly he goes to bed that night, Kaveh is struck by the epiphany that debt truly controls his life. If he is not in Dori's, he is in Alhaitham's. If he is not in Alhaitham's, he's in yours - whoever you may be. No kindness offered to him will ever belay the guilty bite of his lip, but only worsen how deep he drives his teeth in. As always, he pushes that thought deep down into the recesses of his mind.

Instead of acknowledging that he is cruel to himself, he will paint you as the cruel one.

It's what he does best, artist that he is.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food + college theatre au (reader is assistant director)

seokmin is gentle when he shakes your shoulder a little, just enough to get you to look up from the notes you're transcribing. he's already out of costume (although you know he'll be back in it for the actual dress rehearsal soon), but he still looks radiant as ever. "aren't you going to come eat?"

you shake your head. director yoon ordered pizzas for everyone tonight, not thinking twice when he passes his notes onto you with the request that you transcribe them when you had the chance. and since you need to be taking notes during dress rehearsal... "i don't want to get any grease on jeonghan's notes."

seokmin looks down at the papers, and then nods. "okay... but have you eaten today?"

"no." you pause, and then realize how that sounds. "i ate breakfast," you quickly clarify, "and i'll order something when i go home tonight. please," you vaguely gesture toward the lobby where the others are all eating, "you don't need to worry about me."

he nods, and he leaves you after lingering around for a few seconds.

and then five minutes later, he's back. he's carrying two plates of pizza with two cans of soda tucked underneath his arms, holding two bendy-straws sideways in his mouth. he sets one at the other end of the table you're working at, and then one of the cans down. he's already saying that he knows what you like from the last late night you all had for this show, pizza being the default option then too. the can cracks open, and seokmin pushes a straw into it before he sits next to you.

then he holds up a slice of pizza for you, careful to keep it over the plate. "here," he says. "don't worry about getting your hands greasy."

you look at him, your cheeks warming up at the gesture. with a quiet thanks, you lean forward, taking a bite. and that's how you end up eating a slice (two, actually--the lack of lunch hit you quick, and seokmin ran back to get another slice for you): with seokmin holding it for you, careful not to make a mess. he eats his own pizza afterward, watching as you continue to work.

"you work so hard for us," he says after a moment. "we're really lucky to have you here."

you chuckle. "jeonghan would have found someone else to help direct."

"it wouldn't have been the same," he has this genuine look in his eyes as he leans forward a little, just to get a better look at you. "thank you for working so hard for us." he reaches out, squeezing your knee once before drawing his hand away again. "i'll work harder so you can be proud of me, too."

[akelafang]

Au where Balinor lives, banishes Kilgharrah, but then Merlin has to smuggle him out of Camelot and he goes back on the run because despite him saving everyone he's still a dragonlord and Uther is going to Uther. Before he leaves Merlin tells him to at least stop by Ealdor and see his mum cause she still loves him and deserves to at least know he's still alive. Balinor does go to Ealdor but a mix of needing to hide due to being a wanted man and nerves over seeing Hunith again ends up with him hiding in her garden trying to work up the courage to knock on her door. Hunith, hearing a ruckus outside her house, goes to investigate, and when she sees a suspicious man hiding out in her garden she starts whacking him with a broom. Balinor calls out for her to stop, telling her it's him, and when she does the two actually see each other for the first time in so many years. For a while, they just stare at each other until Balinor speaks in a stunned breathless voice "Dear gods, you're as beautiful as the day I left." Hunith blinks and it registers that she's not imagining things, he's really there. She blushes slightly then whackes him over the head with her broom again. "You disappear for over 2 decades and that's what you have to say to me?!"

[itsfairly]

Baby Talk // Nanami Kento x Fem!reader.

Word Count: ~1.4K

Summary: You rarely wake up before your husband. So when you finally got the opportunity to see him sleep, you get another idea. One that connects to your baby fever.

Notes: husband!Nanami, fem!reader, fluff, domestic? idk, use of pet names (honey, sweetheart, love, princess?, baby?), single use of "Name" to refer to the reader.

A/N: So I was at character.ai at 5am and wanted to see how the bot reacted to just whispering baby stuff while Nanami was asleep. That shit made me kick my feet and stuff, it was so much fluff. So that's where this idea came from. That and because I erased those messages by accident and wanted to re-live them. But anyways, husband!Nanami? Yum.

It’s been a while since you got to see him like this. Your husband, Nanami, was always up before you, always fell asleep after you. It was almost rare to get a glimpse of him sleeping beside you—almost.

This morning is one of the few when you woke up before him and get to appreciate him as he slept with the morning sun enhancing his features just right. His hair, which was usually neatly combed, was messy and over his forehead. Suits and button-shirts were replaced by his much more comfortable pajamas, his eyes closed as he lightly snored, and most importantly, his usually serious and stoic expression was now calm and relaxed as he slept. It might sound ridiculous to other people, but to you, it wasn’t. Your sleeping husband was a sight you always wanted to see in the morning. A sight to behold.

Laying on your side, you kept looking at Nanami. You would be silly to let this opportunity pass, especially when it’s a day you both get to sleep in and rest. You didn’t mind the fact that you woke up a bit earlier than you wanted, not when you got to see him so calm like this.

Your eyes were focusing on every little thing about him when he started to mumble in his sleep. Nothing coherent, he was still deep in sleep after all. Nanami had this habit of talking in his sleep and you had managed to conversate with him in this state without waking him up. He’s just so relaxed while sleeping that one could hold conversations with him and get the most honest and funniest responses from him.

As he mumbled, you decided to mess with him a little. Maybe about something that’s been on your mind and you just want to see his knee-jerk reaction to it…

Careful about keeping a low quiet tone and not moving so much to prevent him from waking up, you whisper, “Tiny hands…tiny feet…”

He grumbles, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. Mm. No verbal response. Alright, you decide to keep whispering softly.

“A little baby, hm?”

“A baby?”

You hummed, keeping in the giggles. You’ve been having a strong baby fever for a while now, and while the two of you agreed on having kids later on, you wanted to see if some of that fever rubbed off on him if you kept whispering things like this.

“One of our own…tiny hands…barely holding a finger…”

“A baby…” He says, his head nuzzling further into the pillow as he thought about it. “...they smell nice…”

“Yeah…baby smell…their feet following us around…”

“Mm…what else, honey?” He seemed to like the idea, evidently from the way his hands kept a soft but close embrace on your body. You liked seeing the way his face twisted in his sleep as he contemplated the idea of having children, especially asked more of your input about it.

“Having them in our arms…rocking them to sleep in their little blankets…kissing their little foreheads…”

The more you listed things about babies, the more you fell into this rabbit hole and grew excited about having them. Despite your plan being giving him your baby fever, it seemed that your condition was just getting stronger. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t into this talk. Oh no, there was the ghost of a smile on his face as his hands were busy caressing your body. He seemed happy to talk about this.

“Your hair…my eyes…maybe your personality but my humor…” You chuckle, fighting the need to caress your hair to not wake him up.

“My hair…your eyes…” He repeated as if he was imagining the kid in this sleep, maybe even dreaming about them now.

“Someone playful…that can match Yuuji’s energy…running around in the park…”

He hums, pulling you closer to him as you wrap your arms around him instinctively. Now you were chest-to-chest as his face was mere inches away from yours. Your eyes quickly went to see his lips, looking so soft and tempting to kiss. But you stopped yourself, now too invested in your baby fever to not continue with it.

“Maybe a baby girl first. You know, another princess in the house?” You asked, grinning so brightly that maybe the sun wasn’t so bright anymore this morning.

“Mm, can we have a boy second?” He opens his eyes slowly as his smile becomes bigger, stretching his body in place and keeping his arms around you. He doesn’t seem drowsy as he looks at you with loving eyes rather than burying his head in your neck to sleep a bit more, which means…

“When did you wake up?” You asked, feeling a bit sheepish about not catching on to it before.

“When you said ‘baby’ and didn’t refer to me.” He chuckles, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Kento, ugh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. So you heard all that?”

“Yes. But what matters is not how much I’ve heard, it’s how much you’ve thought about this, love.”

You hide your face in the pillow, a blush setting on your cheeks after being caught in your little plan. You sigh after a moment, turning to look at him as he waits patiently for your answer with a smile on his face. “A while…don’t know how long…”

“And why didn’t you tell me? While awake that is.” He places his hand on your cheek, this thumb caressing your cheek softly.

“Because. I didn’t want to bore you with all this baby fever and all, so I thought it would be fun to mess with you and rub it off on you so you could bring it up first.”

“If you wanted to talk more about babies you could’ve just told me. I like hearing you talk in that tone you were talking in a minute ago. So excited and innocent, almost like a curious kid.”

“Did it work at least? Do you have baby fever now?” You asked, feeling your heartbeat quicken in your chest as he said that. While he said that he didn’t mind hearing you talk about it, you wanted to know whether this topic was something he wanted to talk about as well.

“Not fair, sweetheart. I asked my question first.” You raised your eyebrow at him since you already answered his question. But he was actually referring to another question before that one, so continues before you can ask. “Can we have a boy after our little girl?”

You giggled, feeling your smile grow bigger and brighter on your face as you wrap your arms around him. It did work and he for sure had baby fever. You pull him close to you, kissing him after resisting the temptation to do so earlier. Softly, tenderly, and lovingly. As you pull away, you nod slowly. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He hums, running his hand over the side of your body and letting it rest on the curve of your waist. After hearing you ramble about children for a while, he definitely had a baby fever now. The thought of a baby was practically strong in his mind, even if it’s a thought that he’s been having for a while too.

“I don’t mind either way. A baby with you sounds wonderful, Name.” He kisses your forehead one more, letting his lips linger for a second. He could feel his heart grow warm and fuzzy at the thought of a child with you, especially with how excited you look to have one. He was ready to give you what you wanted when you wanted it. “Just say the word.”

You blush, pressing your lips into a fine line as you started to feel all giddy because of him. “I think I am ready. Are you? I don’t wanna rush you into anything.”

“You’re not.” He says quickly before you go into a spiral. “I am ready and I am ready to have a baby with you. I want to live that next step in our lives.”

You nod, speechless at how your little plan, while quickly discovered, still managed to be more than just successful. “Me too, ready to live it with you, Kento.”

“Can I keep talking about my baby fever?” You asked with a bashful smile on your face. It's just that after knowing that you two were on the same page and ready to go, you needed to tell your husband more and unleash all those baby fever thoughts that you kept bottled up to not annoy him. He seemed to have that same condition now, there was no stopping.

He hummed, allowing you to talk his ear off about baby smell and their tiny hands. He didn’t mind.

He already made up his mind about putting a baby in you later today.