The atmosphere in the house was tense as Luka's reluctance towards the pregnancy loomed over them like a heavy shadow. Thersia sensed the tension in every interaction and every look exchanged. Even though Thersia tried to connect with Luka, he continued to keep his distance by working late at the office or isolating himself in his study. One night, Thersia decided to address the situation. She discovered Luka in his study, gazing emptily at his computer screen, the light creating distinct shadows on his face.
"Luka, we have to have a conversation," Thersia mentioned as she entered the room. Luka sighed and reclined in his chair. "What's this about?" "We need to address the baby," she said, arms crossed. "You know what I'm talking about, we can't keep ignoring it." Luka massaged his te
