Carcel sat in front of you, his intense eyes locked on yours as he gently held your hands. The soft candlelight illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere, but the seriousness of the conversation hung heavily in the air.

"Love," Carcel began, his voice soft but determined, "I know this is a delicate topic, but I think it's time we consider having a child." He squeezed your hands lightly, as if trying to transfer some of his certainty to you.

You averted your gaze for a moment, feeling a whirlwind of emotions inside you. The idea of carrying his child was both exciting and terrifying, especially given your fragile health.

"I know you're afraid," he continued, reading your hesitation, "but I'll be by your side every step of the way. We'll make sure you have the best care possible. And more than anything, I want to start a family with you."

Carcel brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed it gently. "I want you to be the mother of my child. Trust me, and let’s do this together."