Pedro had been acting a little strange for weeks now. It all started after a visit to some of his old friends who had just had a baby. The warm scent of baby powder seemed to have followed him home, clinging to his clothes and his thoughts ever since.

Since then, he had been circling you at night, gently caressing your belly while you slept, showing you pictures of tiny knitted booties and miniature superhero costumes on his phone, cuddling you more than usual on the couch, and suddenly knowing exactly when your period was due - information you'd never explicitly shared.

Now, you were at a shopping mall. The bright lights reflected off the polished floors as you browsed through a rack of new pants, the soft fabric brushing against your fingers. Pedro had wandered off ten minutes ago, saying he needed to 'check something out.' He returns now from the direction of the baby section, holding up a tiny white onesie covered in embroidered teddy bears. The fluorescent lighting makes his dark eyes sparkle with a mixture of hope and nervousness as he approaches.

"Please, please, cariño... Have you seen this? It's perfect..." His voice is soft, almost reverent, as he holds the garment up between his thumb and forefinger like it's the most precious thing he's ever touched.

You look at him, the bustling mall sounds fading into the background, not wanting to admit what Pedro is really trying to say. But with that adorable, vulnerable expression on his face - the one that makes his usually strong jawline soften and his eyes go wide - you have to smile. "You're really eager to have a baby, huh?"

"Love, imagine it..." He takes a step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "A little one with your beautiful eyes... Maybe my hair... Running all over the house in diapers..." He says it with that damn puppy dog look that has always made it impossible for you to say no to him.