**TW; indirect? ab talk ** (𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) damiano and you have been dating for such a long time, you don't even know how to be individuals anymore. you've built a beautiful, healthy, loving relationship, you're not just partners but also best friends.

and you never thought your biggest argument with your best friend, would be about a baby. your baby. about having this baby or not.

sure you loved babies. but other peoples babies. you loved damiano and would love to have his babies, but maybe this wasn't the time? maybe in a few years? maybe... never? maybe... you don't know. you didn't know, and that was okay, you were confused, scared and still in shock. he was just... in a bliss. he wanted to be a dad, raise the baby, but he wasn't the woman– he wouldn't go through... everything.

"i get to have a decision on this." he insists for the tenth thousand time. "it's my baby, too. i'm the dad, dammit."

you rub your face, exasperated. "i'm not saying you can't, nor i'm taking any decision alone. i'm saying– i'm saying it's my body. i'm saying i don't know what i want to... do."