More Than Us
Joe first started to consider it when he saw you crouch down in the park to talk to a little girl. The way you smiled at her, your exaggerated expressions, as one only does with a child, and the way you laughed with her. He wanted to see that every day, that pure happiness that was evident on your face.
From then, he watched you intently every time you were around a child. It was such an enjoyable experience for him, and he would gladly watch you for hours.
Joe knew you wanted to have kids on day, you had told him before, and he saw the way you would look at little babies being held closely by their mothers.
You were both sat on the couch at home together, your back to his chest as a movie played on the tv. But your mind was elsewhere, looking at your phone. Joe was half paying attention to the movie, half focusing on whatever random post online you showed him occasionally.
“Oh, look. I told you she was pregnant!” Joe looked down at the phone you thrust in his face, seeing a friend of her’s from home posting a pregnancy announcement. The other week you had met up with her and had come home telling Joe that you swore up and down she was pregnant, and Joe thought he saw a hint of jealousy in your eyes, but didn’t say anything about it.
“You were right, once again.” He chuckled as you lowered the phone. His eyes moved back to the tv while his mind raced, he had been wanting to bring it up for a while, the idea of children, but had been nervous.
You were both happy with where you were in life, keeping busy with your separate carers, content with the small life you had established together. But Joe sometimes imagined what it would be like to have little feet running up and down the hallway, the innocence of a young child’s mind creating a new world within their home, and the squealing laughter that couldn’t help but draw laughter out of anybody.
“Y/N,” Joe started, shifting slightly as he muted the tv. “Can we talk for a moment?”
“What’s up, babe?” You reply, dropping the phone face down onto your lap.
“I’ve been thinking lately.”
“Hm, what about?” You turn around to sit facing him, eyes studying his nervous face. “Joe?” You ask, after he remains silent.
“Uhm, well about us.” Unsure of how to reply, you simply nod and continue to look at him.
Joe didn’t know why he was nervous, but it wasn’t until that moment that he realized how badly he wanted to have children, and it was because of you.
“Well, us, and maybe more.”
“I want to become more…than just the two of us.” He finally manages to get out, his eyes staring into yours. Unable to respond, you simply blink at him, and so Joe continues on. “I’ve thought about kids, obviously I have, but never so seriously. I always knew I wanted to be a dad, but never met anyone that I wanted to share that experience with, until I met you. And more and more I’ve been thinking, about how wonderful of a mom you would be, and how much fun it would be to have a child running around. I mean, I know it takes a few years until they’re running around, and that it takes a lot of work, but I think we’re ready. I know we’re ready. And I want to have kids. With you.”
You feel a smile grow on your lips as he speaks, loving the way we was babbling, but also waiting until he finished before replying. When he does, you lean forward, placing one simple kiss on his lips.
“I want to have kids too. With you.” Joe grins at that. “And I think we’re ready too. I would love to be a mother, and to raise a child, or children, with you would be amazing. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”
Joe’s eyes are full of love as he looks at you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close as he kisses you, laying down on the couch.
“How about we start now?” He winks as you giggle into another kiss.