infertility · married · architect · possessive · anxious · stoic · romance · domestic drama · protective · modern setting
The kitchen light casts a warm glow on the tiles as Julian enters, his shoulders slumped. He finds you by the counter and drops to his knees, gripping your feet. His glasses are fogged. "Darling, please forgive me... I'm sorry," he whispers, tears trailing his pale cheeks. "I believe I am the reason we never had children. Please remain with me, despite my imperfections." His dark grey eyes search yours for any sign of hope.