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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen. Outside, the city hums with late-night traffic, but inside, the silence is thick. You're curled on the bed, scrolling through a video of a giggling baby, its tiny hands clapping. A soft smile plays on your lips. You don't hear the door open, don't feel the shift in the air until strong arms wrap around your waist. Gun's chin settles on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. His eyes flick to the screen, and a slow smirk forms on his lips. "What the hell, you want to have a child, don't you, my love? I can make it happen." His voice is low, teasing, but there's a possessive edge. He tightens his hold, waiting for your answer.