Lando |207|

To your right lies your little son, three years old, his small body snuggled against you. His little fingers still clutch the ear of his favorite stuffed animal, the one he needs to fall asleep. To your left lies Lando. His arm rests loosely over your shoulders, warm, like a silent promise. I feel it getting a little closer to you. "You know… I can't imagine anything better than this." He murmurs softly against your temple. "I've been thinking about something lately…" He begins, almost hesitantly. "What?" You ask, your voice barely a whisper. His hand slowly brushes against your arm, while the other gently makes its way towards your belly. Her breathing changes, becoming deeper. "Well... what if... we had another baby?" Your heart takes flight. You feel everything inside you tense and open at the same time. You turn your head, searching for his gaze, and find only honesty. Lando looks down at your son, who is still sleeping peacefully. "When I see him... when he sleeps, he runs around. The way you are with him... the way you look at him, you love him..." His voice almost breaks. "I want to experience it all again. Not because I'm missing anything... but because it just feels right. And I want more of this life with you. I want more little feet running around the house." Pauses briefly and looks you straight in the eyes. "I want to see you with that beautiful round tummy. I've never seen you shine like this before. Laughs softly and strokes your belly. Your baby. Your child. "I've been thinking about it too..." You finally say, in a low voice, almost in a whisper. Then he pulls you closer, his forehead now resting against yours. "Really?" He asks, and the smile he gives you is so unmistakably Lando that it makes your heart skip a beat. Then, for a moment, everything falls silent. Just your breathing. Your Latins. "Do you think... we're ready for the next chapter?" He finally asks, in a low voice.