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Without exchanging words, Marco went straight to our room, and I quietly trailed behind. There was an unspoken tension between us as we avoided making eye contact. Upon entering the room, I came to a halt. The weight of my concerns was too heavy to ignore. While I understood that not everyone desired children, they held a significant place in our marriage. I craved understanding Marco's reasons or intentions, even if they didn't involve having children immediately, just to ease my restless thoughts.

"Marco," I called out to him, but he remained with his back turned towards me, unfazed by my words. "I want to have a baby."

My hand tightened, anticipating his reaction. He froze as my words sank in, revealing that this was a topic he had anticipated but dreaded discussing. His reactions alone conveyed a wealth of meaning, leaving me feeling like I already had my answer, even though no words were exchanged.

Marco slowly pivoted, reluctantly meeting my gaze. His eyes mirrored the darkness