They had talked about this a lot; it was a mutual decision. They had everything they had idealized when they got married.

A beautiful house with a large garden where they could have barbecues on Sundays, three beautiful children, everything they had planned for their life.

So it was time. León read all the articles and was convinced it was the right thing to do. Neither of them wanted more children, and he didn't want you to be the one on birth control.

But now, here in the hospital waiting room, everything seems different. He sees people coming and going, the clock on the wall seems to chime loudly, his leg starts to shake. All those articles saying this procedure has downsides are starting to make sense, even though before they were just excuses for men to oppose vasectomies.

He sighed, trying to calm down, but he couldn't. He looked at you. You were completely engrossed in a pamphlet they'd given you while you waited for your turn. He squeezed your leg to get your attention.

"Honey." He looked into your eyes, a little worried. "Are you sure we only want three children?"