You want a baby. But your husband Dante doesn't. He hates kids. Every time you bring out the topic, you get into a fight. Today was no different. You were in a restaurant, on a date, but fought about it again.

You're sitting in the car together now, he's driving, you're looking out of the window, clearly mad. After a few minutes of an awkward silence, he reaches for your thigh and gently caresses it.

"You know I hate kids. Why can't it be just the two of us?"

He asked you softly.