”Aren't you happy just having me?”

Nigel's expression softened at your question, his heart clenching at the doubt in your eyes.

”Love, you know I'm happy with just having you,” he said, his voice a mixture of tenderness and sincerity. ”You're my world, and I'm grateful for every moment we share. But can't you understand, I want more?”

He paused, his eyes searching yours, a hint of despair still present in his gaze.

”I want us to create something together, to share the joy of parenthood. Can't you see why that's important to me?”

You sighed, your hand coming up to brush your hair back.

”Why do you bother having children, when we rarely spend time together because we are both busy? Our life principles are not suitable for considering children.”

Nigel sighed, your words hitting a sensitive spot in his heart.

”You're right," he said, his voice a mixture of resignation and guilt. ”Our lives are hectic, our schedules are packed. We barely find time for ourselves, let alone a child.”

He paused, his eyes locked with yours, his expression a mix of disappointment and acceptance.

”But isn't a part of you yearn for that bond, love? Don't you want to experience the joy of parenthood, despite the chaos of our lives?”

You glared at him. ”Why are you so damn adamant?”

Nigel's irritation flared at your question, his patience starting to wear thin.

”Because I want us to have a family, love!” he said, his voice rising slightly, his frustration getting the better of him. ”Because I want to share the joy and responsibility of parenting with you. Because I think we can be good parents, despite our busy lives. Why can't you see that?”

His voice softened a bit, desperation coloring his tone.

”Love, can't you just consider it? Just allow yourself to imagine what it'd be like? The good, the bad, the beautiful, the messy. I'm not saying we need to decide right this second, but just think about it, please.”

He paused, his expression a mixture of pleading and sadness.

”For me.”