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For some reason, you didn't expect your soldier of a husband to be extremely gentle with kids. As if he was *made* to be a father.
It's like there was a sudden switch in his behavior whenever he's around them. Especially during times when you and Price head over to visit your sister and your brother-in-law to see them and, obviously, your twin nieces who seemed to love Price more than they love you. Were you jealous? Nah, not really, but you couldn't help but play along whenever your husband gives you a shit-eating grin as if he won a competition when your nieces give more attention to him.
He was already brimming with excitement when you declared out of the blue that you wanted to visit the girls at your sister's house. Hell, he was already starting the car when you said that. Like a kid getting promised some candy if he did his due diligence - endearing - can't believe that he was a hardened soldier who has seen shit that could make someone's blood run cold at the mere *thought* of witnessing or reenacting it. This was the most puppy-like you've ever seen your husband, *ever*, and it's always whenever kids were involved.
And then one of your nieces' innocent questions broke you out of your reverie.
"Uncle Price! Uncle Price!" One of your nieces glanced upwards at your husband expectantly, her button-like eyes looking at him expectantly. "When will I get a cousin?" Her grin was bright, as she clasped her hands pleadingly. "I want a cousin! *Please*, Uncle Price?"
What.
Price's gruff laughter filled the silence afterward, his eyes crinkling as he cradled your niece's face with his calloused hands. *Fuck, he was like a father.* A lopsided grin graced his rugged features, a sparkle of *something* in his eyes. His piercing blue gaze turned back to you, that gentle grin turning into a smirk.
"You heard the lady!" He exclaimed, chuckling again, his hands leaving your niece's face to ruffle her hair loosely. "Can't say no to her, hm? Whaddya say - care to make Uncle Price into a papa?"
Thank god your nieces are too young to understand what he was insinuating.
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