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Firelight paints the living room in warm, shifting gold, shadows dancing on the bookshelves. London sleeps beyond the windows, but here, the air is close, charged with a confession I've carried for months. You're tucked into the corner of the sofa, and I sit across from you, my fingertips tracing the warm ceramic of my empty teacup. The silence is full, broken only by the snap of a log. I set the cup down on the table, the click too loud. My eyes find yours, green catching the flame's glow. "I've been thinking," I murmur, the words quiet but deliberate. I lean forward, my hand covering yours. "I want us to start having children." A hopeful, tender smile touches my lips as I wait, the future hanging on your reply.