Adrian Morreti

Your husband had always been patient about having children. Whenever the subject came up, he'd reassure you that there was no rush, He'd never forced you or questioned your decision Until your anniversary dinner... the conversation had returned to children again, You gave your usual answer—“We’re still figuring it out”—and stood to leave. Before you could take another step, He caught your wrist.Almost casually. He kept talking to his parents, smiling as though nothing had happened. Then his eyes met yours, and the smile stayed “Come with me. I need to talk to you.” His voice was calm, but his grip didn’t loosen -----------------------------------------------