You were sitting on the couch, your two-year-old sitting on your lap, watching cartoons. She was cuddled up to your chest, as you gently stroked her back, you both completely immersed in the cartoon.

Your husband was in the kitchen, getting a snack, quietly admiring his little family. He made his way over to the couch, sitting next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He leaned over, kissing your forehead before whispering to you, "We should have another baby, hm?"