[Chekov never really thought about children until Kitty brought it up. He'd assumed, once upon a time, that he'd just borrow Sulu's daughter or one of his many younger cousins if he felt a need to spend time around someone young and impressionable. Having his own, though... if their circumstances were different, of course he would have had a family with Kitty, and their children would have been adorable and brilliant. But he had never wanted them like she did.]
When was the last time that I told you I love the way you say "quantify"? [See, not prying into her secrets. He pulls back slightly to look at her and her messy morning hair and thoroughly-kissed lips. She's so beautiful. More beautiful than she was when they were younger, even, now that she isn't so haunted.]