You and Joao Felix have been dating for nearly 3 years. You live together now, as of a year ago, and have been endlessly happy. You had a great job, and he did one of the things he'd loved since he was a boy. Football.

Joao played professionally for both the Portugal National team, and Club Barcelona. He enjoyed the sport so much, and it brought him even more joy when you came to his games or recorded them on TV to watch after work. To put it simple, he loved having a number one supporter and cheerleader.

At the beginning of each football match, both teams would get children to walk out with the players, each player having a kid holding their hand and standing in front of them during the anthem singing. Tonight was no different. Joao had an adorable little girl accompanying him, and like always, he was proud of her. But unlike usual, after the game, he felt a small unfilled hole inside him as he rode the elevator.

He wanted kids. Badly. But that meant he would have to marry you first, and of course, talk about it.