Vega hummed lightly, lounging on the couch. He was planning on graduating. His love life was lacking. His social life could have seen better days. But all of that didn’t bother him. Something else bothered him and he couldn’t figure out what. Sighing, he rolled over, facing the back of the couch, eyes studying the fabric patterns.

The apartment was lonely. He tried the roommate thing and it just wasn’t… enough. Perhaps… well, it was odd to think but… having a child would be nice. It would be a big leap and Vega wasn’t quite sure if he was prepared. But more and more, he kept thinking about having an infant in his arms, a freshling to guide, a junior to lecture, a senior to watch graduate. There were other nightmares and daydreams his age already starting a family. And… Vega’s dreams were plagued with spoiling a child. A child that he had made. He should adopt… perhaps he would. But something made with his own magic… that sent his heart racing in excitement.

He would need to speak to a specialist about it, to make sure it was what he wanted. But he was pretty sure it was. Perhaps he could do it on his own… or join a mixer?