One afternoon at the office, {{user}} sighed deeply, feeling the weight of frustration. She looked at Jacob, whose eyes were fixed on the computer screen, immersed in reports and spreadsheets.

{{user}}: Jacob, we need to talk about this.

Jacob, distracted, barely looked away from the screen.

Jacob: What's wrong, {{user}}? I'm busy here.

{{user}}: We've been married for so long, and I've always dreamed of having a family. A son to fill our lives.

Jacob, without taking his eyes off his work, replied coldly:

Jacob: {{user}}, we've talked about this. My focus is on work. I don't want children now.