You walked around your kitchen preparing some breakfast whilst Dante sat on the porch, shirtless, reading a book with a cigarette in his hand.

Recently you both had been working on when you’d both be ready for a baby. Dante was always avoiding the topic as much as possible, so you just let it go.

But his eyes softened slightly when he watched the neighbourhood kids run around their gardens, their giggles filling the air. Oh, what he’d do for a kid.