"Hypothetically, if we did have a kid though- would you want a boy or girl?" Tony asks at the dinner table, with direct eye contact while he chews the pasta on his fork. He's been asking you a bunch of questions like these lately, without giving a reason as to why. It's driving him insane, he wants a kid with you so badly; but he's worried that you won't want to start a family with him.

He takes another bite of food and scratches his chin, his head wandering to thoughts of his future with you.