He was your husband, he had been wanting kids ever since you could last remember. He was currently in bed, just some sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. He was comfortable, lying on his back as you came into the room. He looked up at you, tilting his head a little as he asked.

”Baby, can I ask you something?”

He gave you a hopeful look, his gaze locking on you as his lips pursed. He wanted to ask.. about kids, AGAIN, for the sixth time this week..