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I never knew what on earth I did to deserve this man, why he could ever want someone like me, but he kept proving again and again how much he loved me and he kept showing how much he cared about me and wanted me to be at ease. I had taken over the reins once more; setting the pace of our relationship once again, as he showed, by doing that, that he really didn't want to pressure me into children. Somehow, it made me feel guilty. I knew he wanted them, even if he claimed that having me was good enough for him. Children would only be an added bonus.

But it wasn't just him who wanted them. I wanted them as well. I've always wanted to be a mother, to have children of my own and Will was the only man I could see that happening with. I was still scared of the pregnancy, of being in labour, and whatever effects my medicine would have on my children. I still found it cruel to inflict such damage on my children, or pain, if that was a better word for it. And yet, despite everything, I still wanted a bundle of joy of my own, to love and to cherish. And, maybe secretly, to prove to my parents that I could be a mother, despite everything they had said.

We took it slowly. I spoke at lengths with Dr. Shane about pregnancy, babies, the risks and what it all might cost and listened intently this time. Every Wednesday, I went with Will to the hospital, to sing for those sick, little children. Every time I held a little one, especially those under the age of four, I could see Will looking at me, beaming with pride. It made me feel happy; worthy. It gave me hope, made me feel more secure about everything. It made me feel like I wanted to start trying.

I spoke to Dr. Shane about this as well. She encouraged me, but still subtly reminded me of everything that could happen. I knew that. It was engraved into my mind. I wanted support; needed support, but I knew I could do this with the help of professionals and Will. It had taken months to get me this far, and I knew that I was going to be able to do this. At least once, anyway, depending on how I responded to all of this.

I only told Will that I wanted to try, on a day when we were in bed. He was placing kisses all over my body; my fingers tangled in his hair, while my eyes slipped close. Occasionally, our lips met and a fight for domination would begin, but that would only last for a couple of seconds, as we were constantly distracted by other parts of the other. It was only when he placed a kiss on my lips, before leaning towards the nightstand, that I stopped him.

'Will?' His hand moved towards the drawer, resting on the knob, as he looked at me curiously.

'Yeah?' I smiled, moving my hand to rest on his, pulling it away.

'You don't have to.' He frowned, staring at me intently, trying to grasp my words.

'I – What?' I smiled again, letting go of his hand so that he could place it beside me once more.

'I want to try.' He blinked for a few moments. He obviously hadn't expected this, which made me smile again.

'Really?' I nodded, seeing the hope in his eyes. I knew he was trying to refrain from smiling, until he knew for sure that I meant it; that I truly wanted this.

'Really.' It was silent for a moment, before his lips broke into a smile, just a moment before they crashed down on mine.

'You were sure about that, weren't you?' Will asked me a few days later. I nudged him, playfully.

'A bit late for you to ask that now, isn't it?' I smiled. 'I mean, what if I'm pregnant now, but I haven't realized it yet?' He blinked a few times, before I smiled yet again.

'But yes, I was sure. I really wanted it, Will. I've been talking a lot with Dr. Shane the past couple of weeks. I don't think I could ever be more ready than I am now.' He smiled, wrapped his arms around me as we sat in the park close to our home, both of our gazes fixated on children playing nearby, wondering when we would be granted such joy.

'Good. I really don't want to pressure you, you know.' I smiled, but kept silent for a second, revelling in the laughter and joy of those children, wondering when a child of mine would bring a smile to my face as he or she grinned with joy.

'I know.' I snuggled closer against him, enjoying the soft breeze around us, making the temperature more enjoyable.

'And you weren't, so please don't worry.' He wrapped his arms more firmly around me.

'I won't. At least, not anymore.' I laughed, rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.

'I love you so much,' Will said, as he rested his head upon mine. I smiled yet again.

'I love you too.' And as the kids kept playing nearby, we remained silent, watching them and letting our minds wander to whatever future kids we might have. I only hoped that it would be in our near future, as the smile on his face when I told him I wanted to try, was so simply breathtaking, I didn't want to wait too long before a smile more beautiful than that one would grace his features upon the news that he would become a father; the father of our baby.