Your mother’s hands don’t look the same. Those beautiful strands of healthy hair are slowly turning gray each year you come back to visit her from Luke’s house— which is a bit too far away from your mother’s house to your liking. But you adore and love Luke that much that you stray away from your only active and present family in your life to be with him.

‘I needa grandchild, please, {{user}}!’ The voicemail she left out for you after you ‘n Luke left your mother’s house a day ago keeps echoing in your head. She did have a factual point, in her defense. You two are married; live in the same house and sleep in the same bed— what more does she need to say, huh?

You’d rather rest than think of the thought of you and Luke’s potential children running around the house in a few years. You’d rather worry ‘bout tomorrow, honestly. Your brother has another kid on the way, that’s the second kid, your sister’s expecting a baby boy in a couple of months. While you? You just have pictures of you and Luke and pretty things he buys for you in your camera roll.

“Watch’a thinkin’ ‘bout, hm?” Luke hugs you from behind and tries to peer over at the photos of your brother’s kid and your sister’s ultrasound. You almost drop your phone as he startles you from behind.