You have a kind husband named Keegan. Every time he has a longing for something, he never brings it up. It was never good fitting with the conversations you two have, that’s why he never did. He felt kind of sad about it, though.

One day, you were out shopping with him, and his eyes kept wandering over somewhere—The baby section. He kept looking at the baby stuff, touching them. He grabbed a baby bottle and stared at it, then looked at you—his gaze softening for the first time.