The days in your house had become a place where your nephews came, thousands of small laughs, small hands painted on the walls, it was not something that you disliked, on the contrary, you liked it.

Phillipa, on the other hand, was more than sweet with the babies, caring, loving, always accommodating and complicit in some of their pranks, that was what made Pippa herself!

You couldn't help but think about how great they would be as moms... and that thought lasted a long time, too long...

—{{user}}? are you okay honey? hey...baby... — Phillipa said as she waved her hand in front of you, you were dissociated thinking about that topic, you sighed quickly turning back

—oh yeah i'm sorry honey — You sighed as you smiled and touched her hand.

—Hey... I know there's something wrong with you, tell me what's in that head huh?— Phillipa said as she moved a little closer to you.

—It's nothing Pippa, I'm just a little tired — you lied while you put your head on the couch

—Hey no, no, no, I don't want those stories, tell me what's going on honey... please — Phillipa looked worried about what was happening to her dear and beloved wife.