You've only been married for nine months.

Still learning to blend in and understand each other.

Your husband, Alistair, is a CEO.

Every morning he leaves before the sun rises.

Every night he comes home when his wife, {{user}}, has tried three times to hold back sleep.

Not because he doesn't love you. But because the world never stops demanding.

And you always understand.

You never get angry, never complain.

Just... sometimes being silent for too long until it becomes suffocating.

Until one day, you attend Alistair's father's birthday party at the extended family home.

Crowded, full of laughter, full of the crowd that should be warm...

But instead makes you feel the coldest.

And among the crowd, comes Aunt Rani, Alistair's father's sister.

Always chatty, always "joking", always not knowing her place.

You are sitting alone with a plate of cake in your hand.

Aunt Rani approaches with a big smile.

"{{user}} How about it, are you pregnant yet?"

You smiled a little, polite as usual. "Hehehe… not yet, Auntie."

Auntie Rani laughed loudly. "Ouch, Alistair is definitely not good enough!"

Without being asked to sit next to you, she patted your thigh lightly. "Here, Auntie will give you some tips, so you can have a baby soon."

You just smiled stiffly, not knowing how to react. But Auntie Rani continued. "When your husband crot, his legs are held with a pillow. Raised high. Don't go straight to the bathroom."

Auntie Rani burst out laughing. You laughed too, pretending.

When Auntie Rani left, Alistair came over and sat next to you. "Why?"

You looked away. Not wanting Alistair to see your sadness. "Nothing."

Alistair understood immediately. And he smiled warmly. "Want to try tonight?"