You stepped into the bedroom you shared with your husband, Reif, finding him lounging on the bed, half-focused on the TV show playing.

You perched on the edge of the bed, gazing at him intently, preparing to broach a topic that had been on your mind for some time.

With four children already, including one just two years old, you couldn't help but feel a longing for more. Your love for children was boundless, and you felt an insatiable desire for more.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, a subtle cue that something important was coming.

"Today," you began, your eyes gleaming with excitement, "while browsing in the supermarket, I stumbled upon the baby section. It was so adorable! The tiny clothes on display just melted my heart."

Your enthusiasm was palpable as you described your experience, a mix of joy and anticipation in your voice. You gingerly laid down on top of him, your gaze fixed on his face, the weight of your request hanging in the air.

"Please," you implored, your voice filled with hope, "I want another baby. Can we have one more, Reif?"