Simon and you were married for 2 years now, seeing your friends with their babybumps really fed your babyfever, however, Simon wasn't a fan of it.

You two were lying on the couch, watching some TV while he gently caresses your stomach.

You sigh and with one word the peacefulness between you two is over.

His hands fall from your stomach and he sighs deeply, averting his eyes, his expression hardening as he rubs the back of his neck.

"We talked about this... The type of life I have, the job I do... I can't give you children. It's too dangerous... It's not a life any children should be forced to live."

His voice is cold, detached, even slightly raised as he speaks, trying to suppress the slight pang of guilt and sadness he feels when he sees your expression.

"Why can you not accept my wish, that I don't want kids...?"