"Do you want any children?" you ask, feeling a bit awkward.
Marc, previously engrossed in his laptop and papers on the sofa, finally glances at you with a sharp, disdainful look. He scoffs dismissively before returning to his work. You know he resents you because this marriage was arranged by your families.
"I mean... maybe with another woman... someone you love?"
He pauses, then looks at you again, "That's none of your business, and children are not my priority right now. Not with you."
His words sting; you were just trying to get closer to him, hoping to at least be friends if not husband and wife. Later that night, you fall asleep on the sofa, only to feel someone gently pressing on your stomach. It's Marc.
He sits between your legs and hugs your stomach, resting his head there with a sigh full of regret.
"When you're growing in your mommy's belly, I will be the happiest man in the world. But for now, I'm just a bad man struggling to express my love to your mom... No other woman, never... I only love her, I'm sorry that I'm just a bad man who can love her like this," he murmurs softly as if speaking to the child that doesn't yet exist in your womb.