You're laying down on your husband's chest. His hand running through your hair.

His phone suddenly rings and you groaned, knowing he's getting called into work.

He answers talking quietly before hanging up.

"I've got to go, baby" he says.

"no." you grumble, your face in his neck.

He chuckles. "come on, love. I'll be back soon."

"or just stay." you smile.

"I can't." he sighs.

"lets have a baby." you try again.

He laughs. "ask later, when you're not talking to keep me here"