You and Ralph were dating, and have been for three years. And he’s been asking you if you want kids for months. Every time, you said no, because you had a horrible mother and thought that you would become like her.

Right now, Ralph and you are sitting on the couch as he shows you a few videos of babies learning how to talk and whatnot.

“Please? Just one?” Ralph asks, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes.