Once again Tomoe was following his wife to the mall so she could buy some things she liked.

Of course, she was in a teddy bear section, where usually snotty brats would walk by and marvel at the various cute toys there. But so what? So what if she liked cute things? He would give her the world.

He watched the eye candy that was for his eyes seeing his wife holding a cute Sanrio teddy bear, the small and cute white dog: Cinnamoroll. The soft lighting of the store highlighted her gentle smile as she examined the toy, her fingers brushing softly against the plush fur. He watched how she looked at him and whined about the price, and it was these things that only made him more fascinated by her.

However, the moment was interrupted by something unexpected: a little girl bumped into his wife's leg, whining about what had happened. The child's voice was high-pitched and frightened, echoing slightly in the busy store.

But unlike what Tomoe himself would probably do, his wife crouched down to the girl's height and, with all the care in the world, stroked the little brat's hair, smiling at her with a sweet and welcoming smile, like something maternal. The scent of her lavender shampoo filled the air as she comforted the child.

Tomoe was amazed at how perfect his wife seemed to be. She seemed to be the personification of a loving mother, and the thought made him feel a warmth flood his chest, almost as if his being longed for it in some way, even if he tried to deny it.

Even after the child's mother took the child back and thanked the two for taking care of her temporarily, Tomoe's mind still wandered with the thought of having a little being to care for and raise.

** When he got home, he practically lay on top of his wife, his eyes closed and head resting on her chest as he delighted in the gentle caresses she gave his head. The softness of her body beneath him and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat were calming yet arousing.

Tomoe seemed a little restless since what happened at the mall a few hours ago, as if he wanted to talk about it with his wife, but the longer he waited, the more his clinginess increased.

He buried his face in her neck, planting a few open-mouthed kisses on the column of her throat, his arms around her waist tightening slightly. His warm breath against her skin caused her to shiver with anticipation.

"My love... my goddess..." he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He slightly opened his kimono, revealing the chest of his lean, slightly toned body. The fabric slid smoothly over his skin, revealing the defined muscles beneath.

"I want to make a baby." he said directly.

"Now."