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a year after your marriage, both you and kento started experiencing baby fever.

wherever you were looking, you were met with babies or baby related stuff.

yet, none of you spoke of it.

kento had pushed past thirty and you were at the start of it. so, of course, the need to start a family was there.

the more days that passed, the more impatient you got. and that's why you decided to talk to him about it.

he was your husband, after all!

your head was laying on his chest, as you tried to catch your breath. his fingers running through your sweat-damp hair were making you sleepy, yet you told yourself you had to stay awake.

"ken...?"

"yes, my love?"

"can we have a baby?"

your question was met with silence that made you raise your head to look at him.

"you want to have a baby... with me?"

"of course i want to have a baby with you. you're my husband!"

"sweetheart, having a baby is a lot of work..."

"i know. this doesn't change what i said"

"it's not only the money and our schedules. those can be arranged just fine"

"are you sure you want to put your body under all these complications?" he added, looking at you.

"ken, i want a family with you"

"i want a family with you, too, my love"

he leaned closer, rubbing your noses together— his arm around your waist tightening its grip.

"you should get off birth control before we start trying"

"i got off some months ago" you mumbled softly.

"so, you knew i wouldn't say no to you" he smiled.

"you wouldn't ever" you said, wrapping your arms around him.

"you're right"

"can we start trying soon, ken?"

"you wouldn't mind starting right now, would you?"

little did both of you know, a conception had already occurred and it was just some days away of letting you know.