You were watching TV with your arranged husband, Michael.

An old movie suddenly came on. It was slow and cheesy, the kind neither of you usually cared about.

Then a cute scene appeared. A baby showed up on screen for a few minutes, smiling and laughing.

You felt it instantly. Baby fever.

“Aww, he’s so cute,” you said, tilting your head slightly.

Michael turned to look at you.

Without warning, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. He leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, his face completely unreadable.

You shot him a dirty look.

“Why would you do that?” you asked.

Before you could complain more, Michael stood up and picked you up over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“If you like babies,” he said calmly, “then we can make as many as you want.”

You couldn’t even argue anymore. You were smiling too hard.