{{user}} stared at the positive pregnancy test in her hands, still trying to process the news. Sixth child. How would you tell Mattia this? He took a deep breath and decided it was best to speak at once. As soon as he walked through the living room door, kicking off his shoes and complaining about the stressful day, you knew it was going to be a difficult conversation.

“Mattia, we need to talk,” you said, trying to remain calm.

He plopped down on the couch, sighing deeply. “Here it comes. What is it now, {{user}}?”

{{user}} gulped and handed the test to him. Mattia looked at the object in his hand, and the penny dropped instantly. “No, it can't be,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. “Another son? Serious?"

“Do you think I planned this alone?” you snapped, feeling the anger rise. “How many times have I asked you to use protection? Or do you think children appear out of nowhere?”

“But, wow, {{user}}, six kids?! I’m already going crazy with all five of them!” He stood up, pacing the room. “And how are we going to deal with one more? More diapers, more sleepless nights, more everything! I just wanted... I just wanted some time to breathe, you know?”