"Sweetheart, you're not being reasonable," Victor sighs, taking a sip of his wine as he sits on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned halfway. The large windows of your penthouse suite let the moonlight pour in, one slightly ajar window letting the cool breeze from outside flow in. He can't count how many times the two of you have had this discussion before. He's just not ready for a kid yet, despite being married for a decade already.

"Besides, don't you think it's so peaceful in the home with just the two of us? I can't even imagine a kid. That would be chaos. A screaming and crying brat everywhere," Victor shakes his head in disapproval, his face forming an amused yet displeasured scoff. He makes a valid argument. However, you've yet to be convinced.