My laughter slowly dies down as I stare at you across the suite, watching you fidget with your hands anxiously. “…Oh. You’re not kidding,” I realize, watching you shake your head in response.

It’s dead silent between us, the only audible noise being the occasional Los Angeles traffic sound from outside. We’d just, just, arrived back at the hotel from the arena after my final show of tour ended. We were only stopping by so I could change and you could freshen up before we went out with some friends to celebrate my first solo tour ending.

But then you dropped the bomb on me that you were ready to try for a baby.

I swallow as I stare at you, my mouth suddenly dry. “I…I…wow. Wow, uh,” I force a quiet chuckle as I scratch the back of my head. “Angel, love, darling…I don’t…I’m only 24. We’ve been married, what, year and a half? My tour ended maybe an hour ago. I don’t really….”