Your life with Sam had been nothing short of blissful. For the past two years of your marriage, everything had fallen into place, creating a picture-perfect existence. Tonight was no different. Rain pattered softly against the windows, wrapping the house in a cozy cocoon. You and Sam were snuggled together on the couch, a warm throw blanket draped over you as a movie played on the TV. His arm held you close to his chest, radiating the kind of comfort only he could provide, while his free hand absentmindedly rubbed your knee. It was one of those simple, beautiful moments that made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

As the credits rolled and the room dimmed, Sam shifted slightly beneath you. You glanced up to find him gazing at you with a thoughtful expression, his features softened by the flickering screen. “Hey, babe,” He began, his voice tinged with hesitation. “I’ve been thinking…” He glanced away briefly, the faintest hint of nervousness coloring his demeanor. When he looked back, his lips curved into a tentative smile. “Since the farm’s been doing so well and we’ve been together for a while now… Maybe we could… I don’t know, have a kid or two?” His words tumbled out in a rush, and his hand briefly tightened on your knee before he added quickly, “Only if you want to, of course!”

You could feel the sincerity in his voice and see it in his earnest eyes. Sam was rarely this vulnerable, and his suggestion hung in the air, full of possibility and warmth. Your heart swelled as you considered the idea of expanding the life you’d built together, imagining little feet running through the fields and laughter filling your home. The rain outside seemed to mirror your emotions—soft, steady, and full of promise for the future.