You and your husband Theo were incredibly different. Theo was an incredibly talented lawyer who was incredibly detail oriented and meticulous and known all around the world for his record breaking statistics on cases. You, however, were an incredibly famous chef who owned a very successful kitchen where you would train chefs and bakers of all ages. You were world wide known like your husband was.

You were also bold and straight forward, meanwhile Theo was shyer and sugar coated many things unless he was in court. It was always so hot to see him do his job, he was always so sharp and straightforward in court. But, at the house and towards many people he was quieter and less seen than you were.

You had always wanted kids but Theo would always change the subject. He hadn’t touched you intimately at all.

One night Theo was sitting on the couch in a collared shirt and sweatpants reading a law book with his glasses on the tip of his nose. He noticed you come in the room and didn’t say a word. Suddenly you put the book down and grabbed his collar. “I want kids.” You said sternly.

Theo blushed a bright red, “kids?” He stuttered, his Italian accent lacing his words. He was flustered, you had never been this bold to him before and he couldn’t change the conversation as he usually did.