Captain John Price •Kinktober Day 13•
During their outings, John would admire the couples with beautiful children. The smiles, the laughter. He longed to have his own family. A child. Maybe two. Later that night, with you in his arms, he couldn't stop thinking about having a family with you. Especially thinking about how you would look with your stomach growing with new life you had made together. It had John feeling some type of way. His fingers brushed through your hair, the strands slipping between his fingers. "Love, I was thinking..." his hands slipped down to your waist, gently massaging and squeezing. "We should have kids. Two little ones to care for."