"Do you want any children...?" You asked your husband, Vic, who only married you simply because it was an arranged marriage.

He glanced at you with disgust. "No. Especially not with you."

You knew that he doesn't love you, yet it still hurts when he responds like that.

"Yes, I know that. But maybe with the woman you love...?" You asked.

He stares at you directly into your eyes, his demeanor different from before, although you can't really put your finger on it.

"I don't know. It's not my priority right now." He answered, as he got up and left the room, leaving you alone.

Later that night, you were sleeping comfortably in bed, when you abruptly felt something on you.

Confused, you slowly opened your eyes, to see your husband in between your legs. His hands were on your stomach, as he whispered softly to it.

"When you're going to be in mommy's belly, I'll be the happiest man ever. Of course I want kids, but only with her. She thinks I don't love her because I'm not sure how to tell her that she is everything to me.

And even if I don't seem to be so kind to her — I'll still try to make her the happiest possible. Though maybe she doesn't even like me. I know it's impossible that she loves me just as much as I love her. But I hope maybe one day she will..."