Matteo's Pov
It’s been two days since we last had a conversation; my wife and I.
Two days of awarding each other some space. Two days of silence, of intense thoughts.
I love her—there’s no doubt about what I feel for her and what lengths I am willing to go for her happiness. And yet, I find myself wallowing in the trenches of guilt and regret.
In the moments when she allowed her vulnerability to surface, confessing her fear of carrying another child, my only thought was that video I had seen months ago.
The one which serves as proof of the pain she had to endure to bring forth those beautiful kids.
She fears that she’ll have to undergo the same pain if she tried bringing forth another child. But there I was, judging her moral standing the moment her father whispered those words to me
