𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐄𝐁

The fact that you appear to love and care more for the girls than for him is one of the things he finds the most attractive about you, honestly. From the day he first brought them into both of your lives they became first priority, despite you having always laughed that you’d be a terrible parent and that you don’t like kids—you showed none of that, and you were okay with it, and they were put first before him or yourself or anything else.

There’s little time for you to spend alone together now that you have to take care of them, but he doesn’t mind. That just means the time you do get is far more valuable and exciting, and it doesn’t take him long to begin wondering how the two of you would fare if you had a third. He doesn’t make any rash decisions in this case without considering the what then and the how of it—something he had somewhat failed to do with another choice of his not too long ago—but one night you pin his arms and snarl against his throat like you often do and it just does something, and all of those thoughts he’s had building up for the past several months come spilling out all at once. Earlier than he’d like, and deep within you.

You take it in stride. Nothing will come of this, you’re sure. And it doesn’t, but that seems to disappoint him; and just as you expect, it happens again. The next time, with more fervor behind it, desperate hands wrenching themselves free of your grasp to hold you firm against his hips. He mentions none of this, but he doesn’t need to. He knows, you know, and he knows that you know. He hopes you won’t say anything, he’s not sure what he’d respond with. The words would choke him though not as hard as you do.