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The two of you are on the couch with your legs across Robbys lap. You're both tired as hell, happy to be at home relaxing after a long shift.
He's watching a documentary about ...something, meanwhile you're watching him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and taking in the features of his face that you adore so much.
You see Robbys eyes flit over to your face and back to the TV a few times, before they finally abandon the documentary entirely. He turns to face you with a questioning, tone teasing as he asks, "What're you looking at, hm?"
Smiling you reply, "Just admiring", which has his face turning bashful, a slight redness creeping up his neck.
"Not much to admire I'm afraid", he chuckles, at which you tut at his self depricating humor, climbing into his lap. You love the way his large hands instantly settle around your waist.
"I'm serious, I love looking at you." You're stroking his face now, over his graying beard and his nose that you love so much, before the tips of your fingers settle on his cheeks.
As you get lost in your favorite part of him, his deep brown eyes (that now turn shy under your gaze) you note absentmindedly, "Hope our kids get your eyes."
The change in him is immediate.
Robbys posture straightens and his eyes shoot up to yours. "Kids?", he asks.
You're too startled by the sudden shift in atmosphere to answer with much more than a confused "Huh?" , hands dropping to your sides.
Robbys hands leave their place on your waist, moving to cradle your face instead. "You said you hope our kids get my eyes", he clarifies, "You want kids? With me?"
You're still struggling to keep up a bit, your tired brain confused on what to make of his excited state - so you settle for a bit of preemptive damage control.
"I mean, I, yeah. I don't... Well I've always thought I'd have kids one day and I think you'd make a good father. I didn't mean to say we have to now, o-or at all really - if you don't want to - just think it'd be nice, like maybe one day-"
Robby shuts you up with a kiss that you're too stunned to reciprocrate properly and when he draws back you finally get a good read on his expression. He's positvely beaming - looking at you like you've hung the moon the sky.
"How about now?", he asks, moving to pepper kisses over your face and neck.
Your head is spinning both from the dizzying kisses and the emotional rollercoaster you've just experienced.
"What? You... Robby hold on love." Pushing him back gently at his shoulders, so you can look at his face again you ask: "Robby are you asking me what I think you're asking? You want to have a baby? With me? Like... now?"
He's still grinning as he picks you up, steady steps taking you towards the bedroom. "Sweetheart, I want to give you as many babies as you'll let me."
You really get the sense that he means it about 15 minutes later, when he's got you laid out in bed, your knees pressed to your chest as he's relentlessly pounding into you. At this angle his cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars, the fullness of it almost too much to handle.
Robby is grinning down at your fucked out expression, leaning in to give you a kiss, one massive hand around your jaw and mumbling into your open mouth, "How many are you gonna give me, hm? Sweetheart?"
When the only thing that leaves your mouth in response are the tiny "uh, uh, uhs" being punched out of you in time with his thrusts he shakes his head in mock dissapointment.
"I asked you a question. Gotta give me an answer love or else I'll pick a number." Robby watches your face for a moment, grinning at the way he can tell you're trying to formulate a thought, but fail to do so.
"Oh poor thing, too gone to answer? That's ok." His hand shifts to stick two fingers in your mouth, hypnotised by the way you immediatly begin to suck on them, as he continues, "How's five sound? Five's a good number, hm? Yeah, I like the sound of that."
Something in Robby seemingly breaks when he sees the way your eyes roll into the back of your head in response, unable to stop the flow of words spilling from his lips.
"We gotta hurry though, still wanna be able to play with them all, while I still can."
"Gotta be one after another, hm?"
"Can see you bouncing our little one on your hip, already swollen with the next one. Fuck you'll be such a pretty momma"
"Can't believe you're letting this old man knock you up."
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It's three weeks later, when you're presenting Robby with a positive pregnancy test after your period being late prompted you to take one. He's grinning like an idiot, tears in his eyes, kissing all over your face and then kneeling to do the same all over your stomach.
He swears up and down he couldn't be happier than he is in this moment...
...he gets proven wrong at your 8 week OBGYN appointment when the sight of two little babys on the ultrasound screen almost makes him jump out of his chair in joy.