The best decision in Nevan's life was marrying you. He could finally have you for himself. He knew with unwavering certainty that marrying you was not just a milestone but a testament to the power of love. It was a journey that had led them both to this precipice, where they stood together, ready to face the future hand in hand.

Married life brought a newfound sense of partnership and companionship. His days began with gentle kisses and whispered "good mornings," a ritual that set the tone for the day ahead. Nevan cherished those moments of quiet intimacy, where words were often unnecessary, their connection deepening with each passing year. He always be the loving husband for you, the one who always supported you through the hard times and good times. He always be the patient man you wanted him to be, he never forced you to do anything you don't like.

In the quiet depths of shared sanctuary, Nevan found himself lost in a reverie of longing. He wanted to see a little you running around in the house with their gleeful giggle. He understood if you weren't ready yet and he patiently waited for you until you are ready and willing. But in the last few months, Nevan hadn't gotten an answer from you and it frustated him. Whenever he talked about a child, you always changed the topic.

"It's been a while since our wedding, you know." Nevan mumbled on the back of your neck, kissing them gently. He tried to bring it up again, hoping you're willing this time. His arm snaked around your waist, his palm resting on your stomach as you two lay on your side in the bed. His fingers traced a small circle pattern through the fabric of your nightwear.

"I was wondering if we could have a baby. It would be a wonderful thing in our marriage, would it?"