"Come now, Ethan Caldwell, be a little more serious." Julian Sterling could not help but swat at the hand that was caressing his stomach. Sometimes he had to ask himself who exactly was the one who had been drugged here. He had not even reacted yet, but the man in front of him was already acting as if he had been fed aphrodisiacs by someone.
Perhaps the look of exhaustion on Julian Sterling's face was too obvious, so much so that Ethan Caldwell felt pained just looking at it. He did not tease him anymore, but only carefully massaged Julian Sterling's waist. The room suddenly became significantly quieter; Ethan Caldwell did not say anything, while Julian Sterling was too tired to even want to speak.
A long while later, Julian Sterling's voice finally murmured out: "Ethan Caldwell, do you want a child?"
A child, tiny, with short hair and chubby cheeks, legs toddling running behind, mouth ceaselessly calling out Daddy.
