"Troy you don't know how stressed I am right now!" Gabriella screamed at the top of her lungs, "I have a full time job and you want us to start a family?"
"Look, I just mentioned it," Troy tried to calm his rampaging wife, "we can wait as long as you need to… listen, we'll wait." He nodded slightly, assuring her of his promise as the tense atmosphere seemed to fall apart and their normal, less angry, atmosphere returned.
"Ok," she sat in her chair and scratched her head even though there was no itch, "thanks."
Pause… Sorry to start out so suddenly. Let me catch you up.
A year has passed since the couple had returned from Hawaii, ready and eager to begin a more than perfect life together, but everything seemed to fall apart two months later. Gabriella had gotten a call from her brother and was told that their mother had passed away in the night suddenly -though peacefully departed- Gabriella sulked for months, not really sulked, more over changed. No longer did she sing in the shower nor did she collect marigolds and lilies from her garden in the backyard to bring to life their almost depressed kitchen. Not having a clue what to do, Troy left her alone after awhile, making excuses not to talk or be around her every free moment of their day, making Gabriella doubt that he still loved her. Then came the offer from Troy to start said family, but being in a bad mood and unsure whether or not they were ready, she had given him the feeling that she didn't love him anymore, which as everyone knows, causes major rifts and issues between two people, who actually do love each other and couldn't live a moment without the other. But as fate always had its plan for these two, something that was thought horrible for the timing but really was a beautiful gift for them, happened.
"Oh God," Gabriella sat next to the pipes behind their toilet as she waited, "not now, please, later."
When Troy walked in from grocery shopping, he heard her, sobbing, in the bathroom, and being the loving husband that he was, sprinted to the bathroom, dropping his paper bags on the way.
"Gabriella, hun," he knelt next to her, "what's wrong?" his worried voice comforted her and she flung her almost putty-like arms around his firm, warm neck.
"Yesterday, you said you wanted a family, and I freaked out," she breathed quickly as Troy's mind buzzed with possibilities of what she'd say next, "but I didn't mean it. You know I want a baby."
"I know sweetheart," he stroked her long, curly black hair comforting her, "we'll try ok?"
"We don't have to," she dug her face into his collar bone.
"No we will," he held her tighter, "we'll try."
"No Troy," she pulled away and looked at his facial expressions, "we don't have to try."
Ok what do you think? be honest and tell me what you want to see in this story.