Making Babies

“You’re not that old, dad. Surely, you can wait a few years,” Ace said defensively.

“It doesn’t matter whether or not I’m old. She’s your wife and this is part of what she needs to do,” he said as he stared directly at me.

“Stop pressuring her. Stress makes it harder for women to conceive. Don’t you know that?” Ace asked jokingly, although it was quite true.

“Stop taking her side on this one,” his father warned.

“She’s my wife, so of course, I’ll take her side. I know that you want to become a grandfather so badly, but you have to be patient. Don’t worry, we won’t disappoint you. We’ll have loads of children,” Ace said while sounding quite happy.

I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, so I was thankful that Ace was covering for me. There was no way that I would bend to the pressure and agree to having a baby right away. The few years that I stated felt like the right timeframe for me and if Ace didn’t have an issue with it, then it felt like enough for me. I have to say that I