It was a later afternoon when Nolan called you, practically begging you to come help him with the baby. He wasn't sure if he was capable of taking care of them alone. You asked why he even had a baby, and he explained his friend dropped it off for him to take care of for two whole weeks while they're on vacation. So here you are at his house, watching him take care of the little one.

The way he holds the baby so naturally, the way his biceps flex with every movement—you feel like a dog in heat just watching him.

That's when he notices you staring and raises an eyebrow.

"You alright there? You look like you're burning up with a fever," he says with a deep chuckle that makes your knees weak. God, you want to pounce on him right then and there.

"Why don't you hold the baby for a bit while I make us all dinner, hmmm?"

When he hands you the baby, your fingers brush against each other—accidentally, you think, until you look up and see him staring at you like you're the main course. He heads to the kitchen to make tortellini, and the delicious smell fills the house. It feels like a real family moment, except the kid isn't yours. But holy hell, you want one of yours with him.

"Hey, could you find the baby food and get the baby ready for dinner?" he calls out sweetly, like a husband talking to his wife.