DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN INCEPTION.
Q: Do you guys want some teenage years stuff? Or would you rather keep it cutesy with the baby/toddler years?
To be honest, pregnancy or children was never really something Arthur had planned. He'd hoped for it, but never actually planned it out. Be he knew different for Ariadne. It came in gradual stages. The first was when they'd just got married. They were on their honeymoon actually, and they'd spent the day travelling Rome, absorbing the culture and romance, and settling into their new married status.
In the evening, they'd lay together and talk. Some nights about simple things, like where they'd want to move, or what they'd do for money, but some nights they talking about more complicated things. Things that Arthur never knew he'd be able to talk about. Like things they'd done in their past, things they weren't proud of. But they'd console each other and soon they'd be back to happy newly weds.
One night, Arthur was sitting in a corner chair with a book, listening to Ariadne's breathing as she lay under the sheets of the bed.
"Arthur?" came a muffled sound from the hidden depths of the covers.
"Hmm?" he responded, not lifting his gaze from the pages.
A paused hovered in the hair, before Ariadne poked her head out from the sheets. "…Can I ask you something?"
He looked up and smiled lightly. "Anything, my love."
"…Do you want a baby?"
He blinked. "…What, like…right now?"
She giggled quietly. "No. Like…ever."
He shut his book and placed it down on the side of the chair. As a Point Man, he was able to pick up traces of anything based on evidence. And right now, the evidence completely suggested that Ariadne wanted a child with him. He looked at her with gentle eyes.
"Yes," he answered. "…Yes I would."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't seem too certain."
"Ari…I do. I really do." I ran a hand through his hair. "When I was younger, I'd always picture myself having the ideal life. But as soon as I met Cobb and began dream sharing, I kind of just…let it slip. It was very unlikely that I would ever have the chance to try something like that."
"You have me," she whispered. "I guess that means you can have those things."
His eyes narrowed. "…You really want a baby, don't you?"
Silence echoed the room once more. Arthur watched as her eyes flickered across the room in embarrassment.
"Yes I do."
After a moment, he stood up and walked over, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached forward and ran his fingers through her tangled hair.
"Ari. I don't just want a baby, you know."
"Oh?"
"I want two," he smiled.
The next time she mentioned it was a few months after they moved into their first house. To celebrate their recent success on their last job, they'd spent the evening in each other's company, with rich food (which (which Ariadne had cooked herself) and with glasses of fine wine. They'd later snuggled up on the couch, and as relaxed as they were, Arthur had started giving into his temptations…again.
"Arthur?"
"Hmm?" he hummed against her neck.
"…I think we should stop using birth control."
He pulled away slowly, locking his dark eyes with hers. She's kept it hidden well, but only now, when she was exposed like this, he could see that it was something she craved. Something she really wanted. And he'd be damned if he didn't do everything he could to give her what she wanted.
He nodded. "Ok."
She blinked, clearly surprised by his simple agreement. "You're sure?"
He nodded and pressed a kiss against her lips. "Ariadne, I love you. I think we're ready. We should have a family. You deserve one."
After a moment, she reached forward and ran her fingers through his now mussed hair. She kissed his cheek slowly, but lovingly before pulling away again.
"But…what about dream-sharing?"
He sighed. "It's not 100% safe, I know. But I guess we'll just deal with that stuff if we ever get to it." He smiled softly. "Listen, I think we'll make a great family, but focusing on the negative's will just scare us. None of that will matter if we have a baby."
She smiled. "You're right. Let's just see what happens."