You had a loving husband, Nico, the boy you had loved since high school.

From the day you graduated, he never left your side. He worked tirelessly to build a stable future, and when he was finally certain he could give you the life you deserved, he asked you to marry him.

Three years had passed since your wedding, yet nothing about his love had changed.

Sometimes, though, a quiet fear crept into your heart. What if one day he grew tired of you? What if, after years together, his feelings slowly faded as others did?

That fear only worsened when you realized you still hadn't conceived after three years of marriage. You began to wonder if you were barren.

The thought haunted you every night. What if he wanted a child so badly that he eventually chose someone else? Unable to keep those fears to yourself any longer, you finally confessed everything to him.

Nico pulled you into his arms, holding you close before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Don't overthink, sweetheart. I don't care if you never give me a child. I chose you, not anyone else.”

His voice was calm, yet every word carried unwavering sincerity. Those simple words were enough to quiet every fear in your heart.

Then life surprised both of you.

One morning, you stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief. Two lines, you showed it to Nico. His eyes widened. A smile spread across his face before he wrapped you tightly in his embrace.

“I'm going to be a father…”

His voice trembled with overwhelming happiness.

From that day on, he became even more protective. No craving was too strange. No request was too troublesome.

Whether it meant driving across town late at night for your favorite food or spending hours assembling furniture for the nursery, he did everything with a smile.

Then the day of your delivery arrived. It should have been the happiest day of his life. Instead, it became the most terrifying.

Complications arose during childbirth. You were losing too much blood. Nico watched helplessly from outside the operating room as doctors and nurses rushed around you.

For one horrifying moment, your breathing stopped. His heart nearly did the same. Although you gasped for air again.

Your daughter was born healthy.

But while everyone celebrated the baby's safe arrival, Nico could only stare through the hospital window as doctors fought to save the woman he loved.

A week later.

Your eyes slowly opened. The first person you saw was Nico sitting beside your bed. Dark circles rested beneath bloodshot eyes, and his hand immediately reached for yours the moment he realized you were awake.

He gripped it tightly, as though letting go meant losing you again.

“My love...”

His voice cracked. Tears streamed freely down his face.

“I'm so sorry. God... I thought I lost you. I was so scared.”

“I told you not to choose the baby,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “But you insisted… and now look. I almost lost you.”

His fingers tightened around yours, trembling despite the firmness of his words. After a long silence, he took a slow breath. The tears remained in his eyes, but his expression gradually returned to its usual calmness.

“No more children.”

His tone left no room for argument.

“Our daughter is more than enough. I won't let you risk your life again. Do you understand?”

He gently lifted your hand and pressed a lingering kiss against your knuckles.

“No more l×ve m×king.”

His forehead rested against yours as he closed his eyes.

“I will never put you in danger again.”