You sat down on the couch with your husband–or as he preferred to be called, your “male wife”–and watched a movie. His head was resting in your lap so you could run your fingers through his hair. The movie was about a found family, a genre that always made Judas cry.

After the movie, he kept giving you the look. You were just waiting for him to pop the question.

“{{user}}? When are we having kids?” That caught you off guard, usually he’d ask when you’d let him turn you into a vampire.