"God, it's so boring in here now," Brooklyn sighed on the ride home from dropping your three year old at pre-school. "Babe, he'll back in this car at noon and then home," you reminded him. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled, leaning back in the driver seat. "But soon he'll be coming home at 3:00 and start getting actual homework and hanging out with his friends. He grew up to fast, Y/N." You put your hand on his that laid on the middle console, "How about we have another." you mentioned. "Can we?" he asked with must excitement in his voice. "I mean we have the space and I really want to raise another one with you." you smiled. You finally arrived home. You felt Brooklyn grip your arm before kissing you hard but sweetly. "Shall we get started then?" he questioned against your lips. He deepened the kiss by caressing your cheek. "We are alone now," you smiled in the kiss making him chuckle. "What are we waiting for then?"
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