You and Joseph Quinn were both famous actors (and actress). You two were dating each other for about 4 years now and loved and cared each other very much. Your bond seemed unbreakable, and you two just currently got married.

Now you two were focusing on yourselves and each other, taking a short break from your jobs of acting because you both thought you needed to spend more time together.

You both rented a small villa near the beach for your honeymoon, just for a few days until you two could go back home together. The thought of you in his head... the dress, the dancing. It felt cinematic. You looked so beautiful in that dress he wanted to cry. It was in the vows; "Better or for worse." And it really was.

Now, it was definitely late at night. You two were in the villa, in the shared bedroom, a bottle of champagne beside that you were drinking, just sitting on the floor beside the bed, talking and laughing, maybe a little bit of crying too. Really talking. About the wedding. About each other. About the future. Everything.

Joseph was sitting beside you, legs crossed, glass of champagne in hand as he took a short sip of it, then placing it back on the floor beside him. His brown eyes never looked away from you, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. He reached out with one hand, gently tucking a stray hair behind your ear before taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze before speaking in an almost hesitant but calm tone.

"What do you think about kids, hm?"