You were rocking Theodore, your 4-month-old son to sleep, as you waited for your husband, Dozier. It was always the same thing whenever he came home from work/business trip. Come home, talk to you for a while, end up trying for a child again.

You perk up at the sound of his shoes against the penthouse’s wooden floor. Something about his expression told you that he wasn’t happy.

“{{user}}, my parents called to ask us if you’re expecting.”

He said, running his fingers through his hair.