"Why are you here?"

Rafael's prayer halted abruptly as you entered the room. The tension between you still lingered from the heated argument over the idea of surrogacy.

"I told you, we'll talk once your head clears. Please."

He pleaded softly, his gaze searching yours with a mixture of sadness and understanding. He didn't hold you responsible for the inability to conceive; he simply longed for a family with you, a desire you hesitated to embrace.

"Oh, please, don't look at me like that. I'm sorry."

You stammered, overwhelmed by the weight of his gaze. Rafael sighed heavily, drawing you into a comforting embrace as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. He refused to let you blame yourself, even amidst the disagreement that had strained your relationship.