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It was funny actually, how George had originally been surprised that Dream was good with kids. I mean, what did he expect when he’d met Dream at a daycare. Dream had been working there when George went to pick up his younger cousin, and after their first interaction George couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty boy who worked at the daycare.
That had been about 5 years ago, when George was 24 and Dream 22. Jump to present day and the two are happily married, and have been for 2 years. Some people whispered, saying they’d “moved too fast,” among other things that the couple rolled their eyes and turned a deaf ear to.
Anyone who actually knew their dynamic, however, knew they were perfect for each other. Some had called it love at first sight, teasing words met with flushed cheeks and slightly nervous giggles.
So considering their circumstances, and considering how well he knew Dream, it shouldn’t tug at his heart strings every time he sees the other man playfully stick his tongue out at a child staring at them from across the park, or play a quick game of peek-a-boo with a child in the store as the parent’s back is turned.
This didn’t stop the soft smiles and warm eyes he always directed towards Dream as he watched his husband interact with kids, however. There was something so domestic about it. Interacting with kids was like second nature to Dream. George himself had never really been good with children. Don’t get him wrong, he loved kids perfectly well, it was usually the kids who didn’t like him.
Nonetheless he held a gentle admiration for the moments when Dream would interact with kids. His husband had once said he didn’t really like kids, and, through a laugh, George had called him a liar. This was confirmed when George’s older cousin had invited them to her house to meet her new baby, and Dream had immediately gravitated towards her.
If he was being honest, George had to hold back tears of happiness as he watched Dream delicately take the little baby girl from his cousin, tucking the baby’s head into his arm to support her neck. He’d listened as Dream had cooed soft nothings to her, and watched as the baby slowly lifted her hand to rest on Dream’s cheek. He doesn’t think he’d ever seen Dream smile so hard.
Little instances like that one continued, like the situation where Dream had put another family member’s feet on his own and held her hands as they shuffle danced around the kitchen. Another situation being Dream falling asleep with a little boy in his arms, chest rising and falling softly as the young boy tucked his head into Dream’s neck.
So it was safe to say, Dream loved kids, and it was also safe to say that George loved Dream. So although George hadn’t had the best experiences with kids in the past, he'd do anything to make Dream happy. And if that meant sacrificing a little bit of sleep and sanity to make Dream smile as bright as he always did when he was around kids, then so be it.
George had brought it up one night as they lay cuddling in their bed, head on Dream’s chest as Dream played with George’s fingers. It had shocked Dream at first, clearly in denial of his love for kids as he once again said he didn’t like them. All it took was a few examples from George and he was quiet, however.
He admitted, finally, that he’d thought about having kids a lot, but had assumed George wouldn’t like the idea. George scoffed as he took Dream’s face between his hands, forcing the younger man to look into his eyes. He searched the blonde’s face for a minute, giggled, and then pressed his lips to the other man’s, unable to stop smiling.
“I’m ready if you are.”
Was all that was said as the two pulled away from each other, and all that was said for the rest of the night as the two slowly drifted off to sleep, heads full of the thought of pacifiers and plushies.