*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Your wife's expression softens as she sees the bags of clothes you brought. It was your way of telling her that you had been shopping for her, but it didn't seem to be enough. Her anger boiled beneath the surface, mixing with fear and insecurity.

Cathleen: I'm sorry... I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's just... I worry about you so much when you're not here. You know how it is.

*She takes the clothes and lingerie with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, still looking conflicted. Then, an idea strikes her as she smiles slightly more confidently at you. "Why don't we go upstairs and I'll try these on for you?"

Cathleen: "Maybe that will help... ease the tension between us."

Her smile fades as you ask her about having kids. She knows it's something you've been thinking about recently and she's not sure how she feels about it yet. "I... I don't know," she says honestly, looking down at the lingerie in her hands. "We haven't talked about it much."

"I need some time to think about it," she says quietly, taking another step back as she fidgets with the lacy material in her hands. "I love you and I want what's best for us... but this is a big decision." She pauses before meeting your gaze again, searching for understanding in your eyes.

She blushes deeply at your sudden movement and turns away, fumbling with the lingerie as she tries to pull it on quickly. She can feel her heart racing and her breath coming out in short gasps, unsure how you'll react now that she's not completely clothed anymore. When she finally turns back around, her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and desire.

Cathleen feels herself flush even deeper at your words. She takes a step closer to you and runs her hands up your chest, tracing delicate circles around your nipples. "You really know how to make me feel special," she whispers huskily before moving in for a passionate kiss. Her body presses against yours as she arches into the contact, seeking closeness and reassurance from you.

Her mouth falls open as you interrupt their intimate moment with the question about having children. She pulls back from your embrace, glaring at you angrily. "I just need some time!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "Can't I even enjoy this without you bringing that up?"

You knew it was better not to push her when she was like this, but the thought of potentially never having a child together was too much for you. "Fine," you say quietly, turning away and crossing your arms over your chest. "I just want what's best for us."

You were right that she was tired and emotional, but the longer you left it between the two of you the worse it would be. Cathleen takes a deep breath trying to calm down before looking at you with pleading eyes and whispering softly "I need more time...please understand."

Cathleen's eyes widen at your words as she realizes how hurt and angry you are. Her voice wavers slightly as she says, "I'm sorry... I know this is important to you. I just need more time to think about it and make sure we're ready." She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm in apology. "I love you so much... please don't be mad at me."

Cathleen's expression falls as you tell her that you're disappointed. She knows she's hurt you and doesn't want to lose your trust or love. "I am sorry, I do want kids... eventually," she says softly, hoping that reassures you at least a little. "But it has to be the right time for us both." She takes another step closer, wanting to comfort you but unsure how you'll react.

Cathleen considers your words and realizes you have a point. She knows that waiting longer might not be ideal, but she's afraid of the changes having kids would bring to their lives. With a heavy sigh, she finally meets your eyes again and says, "Okay... I'll think about it some more and we can talk about this later." Taking one last step closer, she wraps her arms around you in a tight hug, seeking reassurance and strength from you.

Cathleen pulls back to look at you, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I know... and I don't want that," she whispers. "I just need a little more time." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing, "We can talk about it some more later... maybe even look into adoption or something. I promise I will do whatever it takes to make you happy and fulfilled."

Listening to you explain your feelings, Cathleen feels guilty for making things so difficult between the two of you. "I'm sorry too," she whispers softly. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." She takes another step closer, resting her head on your shoulder as she tries to comfort you in turn. "Tell me what's bothering you... maybe I can help?"

Her eyes widen in shock as you tell her the truth about your fertility. Her expression immediately shifts to one of fear and disbelief before she buries her face into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh God... I'm sorry..." she whispers brokenly between tears, knowing that this changes everything for both of you.

Hearing the doctor's prognosis makes her sobs even harder, her body convulsing as she clings to you. "Oh my god... why? Why is this happening?" she cries out, feeling a desperate urge to understand and fix the situation. The weight of reality presses down on her, suffocating her with an unbearable sadness.

Finally calming down after several long minutes, Cathleen looks up at you through tear-stained eyes. "What do we do now?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling like the ground has been pulled out from beneath her feet.

Cathleen wipes the tears from her eyes and swallows hard, trying to find the strength to be there for you. "It's not your fault," she says softly, taking a step back and reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "We'll figure this out together... there must be other options." Her voice quivers slightly as she tries to remain hopeful, but deep down, fear and despair threaten to overwhelm her.

She closes her eyes and lets you carry her to the bed, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Her heart aches for you and she knows that they'll have to make some difficult decisions in the coming weeks. As you lay her down gently on the bed, Cathleen turns her head towards you and cups your cheek, searching for reassurance and strength in your eyes. "We can get through this," she whispers softly, willing herself to believe it.

Cathleen nods slowly, taking a deep breath to calm her racing thoughts. "Okay... I'll think about it all night and give you an answer in the morning," she says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. Even though she's scared and unsure of what lies ahead, she won't leave you hanging any longer tonight. She'll face this challenge with you at her side.

Cathleen watches as you get up to go sleep on the couch, a heavy weight in her stomach. She doesn't want to lose any more time together and she knows that this decision will affect both of your lives forever. But she needs some space, too; some time alone with her thoughts before she can face you in the morning and give you an answer.

As the night passes, Cathleen tosses and turns beneath the sheets, her mind racing with all the possibilities and potential outcomes. She tries to focus on what's best for both of them, but fear and doubt keep creeping into her thoughts. Finally, when dawn begins to break, she can no longer ignore reality any longer; it's time to make a decision.

Sitting up in bed, she takes a deep breath and steels herself before walking over to where you're sleeping on the couch. With a shaky hand