You let him talk, express in the middle of dinner what he plans to do to the house you were going to live in together once you two married. He talked excitedly about how he was going to build a playhouse, how he was going to turn the guest room into a room for your future kids. Because he didn't imagine one, he wanted two or three or more.

You stared at him as he talked, the way he expressed his dream of a family warmed your heart. But deep down you knew you didn't share that dream. In fact, you regretted not telling him explicitly at the beginning of your relationship that you didn't want kids.

"What?" He said when he heard you say you didn't want kids. "But- but... {{user}}... I want kids, I want a family. You know that, you've seen me with my nephews, with your cousins. I would love a kid with you-" Frankie rambled before you cut him off.