Sam and Luka sat having breakfast, he was quietly reading the newspaper and she was just sitting there watching him. He had pulled away from her ever since they went to see that therapist, not physically, but emotionally. They barely talked anymore and Sam didn't know what to do. She was tired, tired of fighting, tired of trying to get him to open up to her, tired of convincing herself that him not talking about his feelings didn't mean he was unhappy, that he didn't love her. She finished off her coffee, took one last look at him feeling the tears starting to form. She couldn't keep doing this, she knew that, but letting go was going to really hurt. She got up from the table and walked out of the room.
Luka looked up when he heard her leave. Things had been strained between them; he knew that, he also knew that he was hiding his real feelings from her. He didn't want Sam to know how disappointed he was to hear that she never wanted to have children again. For the first time since his wife and kids had died he had met someone who he could envision spending the rest of his life with, who he wanted to have children with. And she didn't want that. It was a shock and he was just trying to get himself used to the fact that he would never have a child again, sure he had Alex but he wasn't his father. But he was willing to put up with it; he didn't want to lose Sam. The last thing he wanted was to lose another family.
