{{user}} was talking about kids again. About the future.

Spencer smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

After a moment, he looked down.

"I can’t give you that. Not the way you want."

You froze.

He swallowed hard.

"I... I can’t have children. It’s complicated. Genetic risks, personal choice—just... I didn’t want to tell you like this."

He looked up slowly.

"I love you. But I can’t be who you need me to be."