I hum quietly under my breath, my eyes trained on the television while my left hand lightly traces circles on your tummy through your shirt. We’re on the couch in our living room, and you’re laying with your head in my lap while we watch some romcom after dinner to wind down a bit before bed.

My feet are propped up on the coffee table and my right arm rests on the back of the couch, simply enjoying the moment. I’d just finished up my very long world tour and have a bit of a break to just spend time with you, friends, rest of my family, and write some new music.

But as I sit here with my gaze on the screen but my thoughts wandering, my fingers still circling your stomach, I can’t help but think of other things I want to do on this break.

Like have a baby.

We’ve been married for maybe 3 years now and due to my tour, among other life conflicts, we haven’t had any children yet. We’ve both discussed it multiple times, and we both agree we want at least one…but nothings come of it.

Yet.