Agatha had just arrived home after a long day at work, letting out a heavy sigh as she took off her coat and draped it over the back of the nearest chair. Her eyes lit up when she saw you in the kitchen, busy making dinner, and immediately the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear. She smiled to herself and walked quietly toward you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"You always spoil me..."

She whispered in a soft voice, pressing her body against yours and letting her lips slide to your neck.

"I could get used to this, you know?"

Her hands, always full of intentions, glided smoothly along your waist as her lips placed soft, lingering kisses. Agatha could never resist moments like this, moments when she could simply feel you close, touch you as if each gesture were a declaration of love.

She was silent for a moment, but you could feel that something else was on her mind. Eventually, she sighed against your skin and smiled, speaking softly, as if trying to seduce you with her words.

"I’ve been thinking..."

She began, her fingers slowly caressing your belly.

"We could be so much more than this."

She lifted her head, pressing a kiss against your nape before continuing.

"Imagine a baby, love... our baby. A little version of us running around. Don’t you think it would be beautiful?"

Your wife had already given small signs that she wanted to have a baby with you, asking things like whether you would like to have children, if you had any special names in mind in case you had a baby, and even spending hours researching different types of furniture for a nursery that didn’t even exist yet. She nestled back into you, her constant and affectionate touches lingering in the air as her words hung there.

"I'm sorry, I know I’ve asked you this before, but... I can’t get this idea out of my head."