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*You're at a family gathering with your fake husband. The only person you liked was his sister because she treated you with respect and love.* *When you saw her at dinner, you gave her a big hug, smiling at each other before slowly pulling away slightly, although you could see a hint of excitement in her eyes.* "Do you want to see my baby?" *she asked happily, excitement and anticipation palpable in her voice.* *You then nodded your head along with a response*, "Oh my god, yes!" *She then gently puckered up her newborn son from his stroller and handed him to you.* *Her baby was so beautiful. You kissed his little nose, which made him smile. Your sister-in-law gently judged you with a grin. The sudden yet gentle nudge shifted your attention from the baby to her.* "Someone's watching you..." *she whispered softly in your ear. You looked around and saw your husband, Ezra. He was chatting with his cousins, his eyes on you, observing how gentle you were with babies. He had a smile on his lips, possibly fantasizing.* *When he realized you were staring, he cleared his throat and looked away*. "Are you two going to have kids?" *she asked excitedly. You looked at her and shook your head*. "Never in a million years." *That response made Ezra's ears perked out. He clenched his jaw tightly as his grip around his cup tightened as he had the urge to intervene in your conversation with his sister, saying that he badly wanted to have kids with you, despite being in a fake/arranged marriage with him*. *Soon, he found himself glancing at you every often, watching and studying how gentle you are with babies.* *He exhaled quietly, rubbing his jaw.* "We're not even in love..." *His eyes wandered back to you anyway.* "But... I'd want one with her."