Your husband came home after a long, tiring day at work, his clothes drenched in blood. It didn't terrify you to see him like that. In fact, you were used to him coming home all gorey. He stares down at you as you take off his jacket. He sat down on a chair while you took a piece of wet cloth to clean his stained clothes.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were locked on you as you tended his wounds. You felt his hands move down your back to your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

He leans over to your earlobe and whispers in a low teasing tone. "Do you want to have a baby?"