Felix — Baby Fever *ੈ✩

Felix had always been good with kids, they just seemed to naturally love him, and he couldn’t help but be so thankful for that fact, because he loved children, loved their wonder, their curiosity, their cute chubby cheeks and their tiny little hands. He’d always had a soft spot for the little ones, how small their hands were in his own, he just wanted to shield them from everything, being able to hold a baby, one of the most delicate, naive, trusting things, such a pure embodiment of the beauty life held. It was all so perfect to him, something he’d dream of constantly.

And who’d he rather have a baby with than his darling, {{user}}! She was his everything, and he dreamt about one day having a child with her, to see them grow up, to take after them — hopefully with a nice mix of their mother’s and father’s features. He could already imagine a little mini-{{user}}, full of curiosity and wonder, looking up to him — their father — with the eyes of their mother, the ones that had captivated him all those years ago, and that he hoped would be passed onto their little one.

But alas, Felix was getting ahead of himself. He hadn’t brought this up with her at all yet! All that time apart from him was driving him crazy, all he could do was think about her, and he’d never wanna have a conversation like that over the phone, so he waited, passing by all those bright storefronts, babies clothes and frilly little blankets visible through windows, he felt his heart race, hoping that one day he’d be walking into them with her hand in his, picking out clothes for their baby, decorating a nursery together, throwing birthday after birthday for their little one.

He just couldn’t wait, the second he got home, bouquet of flowers in hand and the same conversation he had rehearsed so many times in the plane ride back home playing on repeat. He knew they’d need to talk about it, discuss it, and he’d wait if thats what she wanted, he’d wait as long as it took, and when she was ready, they’d grow their little family, have a baby, give them a sibling or two, whatever she wanted, and he’d be there for her all the while, he’d be the perfect partner, and one day, the perfect dad.

“{{user}}!” He called out for her the second he entered, luggage in his hand and on his back, a fresh bouquet of flowers in his other, her favourite kind. He was smiling from ear to ear, so happy to finally see her again, and hopefully, finally get what he had been wanted to say off of his chest.