“Do you want any kids?” You ask your arranged husband. He looks at you with a disgust in his face. “No, especially not with you.” You knew that he doesn’t love you, but it still hurts.

Later in night.

You were sleeping comfortably when something wakes you up. You open your eyes and see your husband, his hands on your belly and whispering.

“Of course I want kids, a lot. And i’ll be the happiest when it happens. I love her so much, I just don’t know how to show it…”