Early the next morning, I was woken up by noises coming from the study.
When I pushed the door open, I saw Julian crouched on the floor, sorting through cardboard boxes.
Old books that hadn't been touched in years, a broken floor lamp, and two unused chairs had all been moved out.
The floor was covered with clutter.
"What are you doing?"
Julian turned around, a little dust on the bridge of his nose.
"Making room."
He picked up a stack of books.
"Didn't you say before that you wanted children someday?"
My heart gave a slight tremble.
I had brought it up many times before.
But he had always said there was no rush.
This was the first time he had actually started making space for that "someday."
Seeing that I didn't respond, Julian pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.
"What I
