"I'd like for us to have a son," he admits, even though that hadn't occurred to him for some time. "However many tries it takes. I really want to do right by a son, the way my father never did for me. I need to do that," he admits, shifting off of Aramis so he can wind his way to his feet, standing and stretching out slowly, sun glinting off his skin as he climbs back over to their clothes.

"C'mere," he growls. "And I told you. I'm doing this at your pace, now."