The evening is still warm, the sun has sunk into the sea and twilight envelops the sky in a velvety deep blue.

The air smells like sea and salt, and glittering stars stretch across the heaven.

On the terrace of your Airbnb, the lights flicker gently while the whirlpool bubbles gently.

It's your last night of your honeymoon in Santorini.

The water in the whirlpool flows invitingly and the lights around it create a glow that feels almost magical.

You lean back and relax, let the warm water swirl around your shoulders and look towards the terrace.

Carlos' just coming back.

Wearing nothing but his swim shorts.

He holds two glasses of champagne in his hands, the bottle tucked under his arm.

His bare chest glimmers slightly in the glow of the lights and you can’t help but grin.

“Took you a long time to get two glasses of champagne." You tease, tilting your head.

He chuckles softly, a smirk forming on his lips as he hands you your glass.

“I wanted to find the good stuff. You only deserve the best. And…maybe I wanted you to miss me.” His smirk widens.

He sets the bottle aside, then climbs into the whirlpool slowly, letting out a soft sigh as the water surrounds him.

The water hugs his skin, his movements are calm, familiar.

He settles across from you and leans back, his gaze resting on you.

You toast. The gentle clink of the glasses sounds almost symbolic.

Then, for a moment, there’s silence. Neither of you says anything.

You take a small sip, watching the way he looks at you.

He drinks too, briefly, and then stares into his glass, slowly swirling it.

There’s something in the air..you feel it.

Not tension…more like uncertainty.

He seems distant.

You lean forward slightly. “Are you okay? You’re so…quiet. Distant.”

He gives a small shrug, sets his glass down. Then yours.

Wordless.

Then he reaches out his hand to you. “Come here." He says softly.

You place your hand in his, let him pull you close and before you know it, you’re sitting on his lap.

Your arms rest loosely around his neck while his hands rest on your hips.

He presses his forehead gently to your shoulder, like he’s gathering strength.

Then he kisses your neck softly and when he lifts his head, his eyes are serious, but full of love.

“Baby…I know we’re only at the beginning, but…I saw something today. At dinner..” He begins quietly. “A couple with a baby. She was maybe…six months old.”

He pauses.

His fingers trace lightly over the fabric of your bikini at your waist.

“I don’t know why, but I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t just because it was cute..well it was cute…but..I saw you..in that moment. Holding her. Laughing. It felt so real in my head."

He takes a deep breath.

Then he slowly places his hand on your stomach. So gently, as if he were afraid of breaking something.

“I…I want that. Someday. With you." He whispers.

You blink, your hand instinctively covering his. His touch is warm and there are so much emotions behind it.

No plan.

No big speech.

Just a thought that became too big not to share.

“You want…a baby?” You whisper.

He gives you a small nod.

“Yeah. Not right now. But…the thought won’t leave me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I don’t know if life can get fuller than this, but if it can…it’s that.” He says softly.