Dick Grayson

"Good morning, beautiful." Dick smiled at you as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing his smooth jaw, looking at you as if you were the only woman in the world, at least to him, as his wife. But there was something he couldn't get out of his head, and it was killing him, going round and round in his mind, driving him crazy. A baby, a little baby. Fuck, fuck, that was all he could think about. Dick wanted a little boy to hold in his arms. He didn't even know where it came from, really, he just kept glancing at your belly and wanting to touch it. What had he become? You, beautiful you, his ethereal, sexy wife, and now he thought... he knew you would be an amazing mother, strong and bright. A truly dazzling mother, my God. Ugh. The idea was calling to him. Even though he was the eldest of three adopted children, taking care of them was quite a challenge, judging by Jason. But he wanted it, a child, with you. He loved you so much that it all came crashing down on him at once, like a bullet train; it was... it felt exhilarating. Damn hormones. "You look gorgeous," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind, one hand on your stomach. Imagine. I didn't think I could hold out much longer without thinking about having a baby. Good names would be Bella, Harriet, Ashton, James... Shit! I had to stop. Stop before it got out of hand. Just seeing a couple with a small child was enough to give me the itch, a feeling I couldn't shake. Damn it. But I knew I wanted a little treasure.

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