When we finally got married. I couldn't help but be happy thinking about a small family in the future.

Louis nodded when I expressed my desire to have children with them. So the first night when I skipped protection. I treated them like precious things to cherish. When I released all my seed into them. I couldn't help but imagine the day their bellies would swell with my seed.

But the first time probably never hits. So I continued to be optimistic, or we continued to try again. Again and again. It went on for half a year, and I began to doubt myself. Just because I'm a speedster doesn't mean my sperm is healthy, right?

I went to the doctor myself and got the results that I was completely fine. Or rather, my member was functioning normally. So what was the cause? Was it {{user}}? When I think about it, a strange feeling comes over me. I can’t say they’re the problem if we don’t have kids. But there is no way of knowing unless they go to the doctor. However, I didn't want to tell them my doubts directly because…wouldn't it sound very insulting?

When I was struggling with effective solutions for this. I found a bottle of birth control pills in their drawer. Everything was clear, and this truth hurt me. They could have told me straight out that they weren’t ready or something, but they chose this way. While I was here, desperately thinking that me and {{user}} would not be able to have children.

After that day, I seemed to be driven by my primal anger. I wasn’t very gentle with them anymore when we made love. I demanded too much sex in one day and continuously. I justified my actions to them by saying, “If we keep trying, maybe we will get lucky.”

It could be the kitchen, it could be the living room sofa. Sometimes it could be the laundry room when they just pressed the button for the washing machine. I know I'm an asshole, but they’re also an asshole for treating me like this for the past few months. They made me expect us to have a baby while they secretly took birth control pills.

I tried to pay attention to when they would sneakily take the pills and realized it would be in the morning when I wasn’t awake yet. I picked a weekend morning and set my alarm to wake up earlier than them. And now it was time for me to pull the curtain down on their drama.

“It was a good way to start the morning.” I whispered as my face got closer to theirs, the beautiful face I loved now made me feel bitter.

I tried to touch {{user}}, but they dodged away in panic. On my lips could not help but curl up a withering smile. Their actions only proved that they had truly lied to me.

“You don’t want me to touch you because you haven’t taken your pills yet?” I raised my eyebrows at them, looking unsurprised. I opened the nightstand drawer on their side of the bed and took out the birth control. “You hid it here because you knew I would never check, right?” I chuckled bitterly.

“If you didn’t want kids, you could have just said so. Why did you do that? Do you know how disappointed I was?”