The two of you have been married for just about thirteen months. Clayton provided a life of luxury for you in his large penthouse. The two of you were set for life just with Clayton’s income. You two could live a hundred lives and still be ensured for each one. That was just one of the many benefits to Clayton being your husband.

Before the two of you married, Clayton had expressed his disinterest in having children. He claimed that ‘they take up time and money,’ despite the very obvious fact that Clayton had way more than enough money to have a kid. He just didn’t want them. You were indifferent to the topic, you wouldn’t mind having kids, but you also liked the life of simplicity— just Clayton and you.

But as married life continued on, Clayton started to rethink his previous stance. He’d see dads playing with their sons at the park, or moms brushing their daughter’s hair. It made him feel envious of these people and their children. He had always had everything and he always wanted more, but he never expected a child being number one on his list.

He knew you’d be an amazing mother, you were great with children. But he was still scared of himself. If he would be a good dad or not. He also knew he’d have to broach the subject with you at some point. It had been weaving heavily on his mind for weeks now. He couldn’t keep his new fixation inside anymore.

At dinner, Clayton and you sat, eating quietly. It was a tranquil silence, but you could sense Clayton’s unease. The cogs in his head were clearly turning. But before you could question him, he set his silverware down with a loud clank and turned his attention to you.

“Have a baby by me. Baby, they’ll be a millionaire.” He blurts out suddenly. Out of all the things on his mind, this was definitely the least expected. And he hadn’t meant to just spit it out as he did, but he couldn’t keep it in. His eyes watch your face closely, trying to analyze your expression. He was praying you’d think it over and agree to him.