They sat in the empty football stadium together. Carla sniffled quietly as Pauls hand ran through her hair.
"You know, this isn't the end of the world love. There's plenty of other options to think about." Paul spoke, staring blankly into the distance.
"Like what ey?" She asked glancing up to him. "You heard what the doctor said, there's nothing more they can do."
"But Doctors, they make everything sounds so much more worse than it actually is. There are options babe, adoptions one, there's plenty more medication out there or there's even surrogacy if we want to take that route. Don't worry about it to much ey, we will figure something out." He said, his arm around her body as he planted a light kiss against her hair.
"But Paul, it'll cost so much. You'd be cheaper finding another, better, woman and funding a second wedding." She sighed leaning into the warmth of his body. "You don't deserve this unfunctioning woman as a wife."
"You be quiet. You're perfect Car', I would never do that." He whispered against her head peppering more kisses along her scalp.
"When ya mentioned more medication earlier, what did you mean?" Carla asked glancing up from her magazine to where Paul rested beside her. They had since arrived home and had already made it to the bedroom despite it only being the afternoon.
"It would be something to look into I guess. I have heard of something though, it's called IVF. But I'm not sure I want to put you through it, it seems a long process." He muttered in response, his hand resting against her arm.
"Don't worry about me darlin', pregnancy itself is a long process. Nine months of catering to my every need." She glanced up at him again, a wide smile spread across her face.
"I already do that." He joked, leaning over to place a kiss upon her forehead.
"What would you like, a boy or a girl?" She asked placing her magazine to the side before sitting up beside him. "Don't say whatever, cause everyone always has their preferences."
"Well.. I suppose a boy would be nice. I could train 'im up to be a footballer and then one day he could take over the club, just like I did. But then, it would be adorable watching you with a girl. I'd make sure to spoil her rotten just like her mummy." He smirked looking across at her. "I know you, you would spend all day dressing her up in the latest gear, you'd show her all about hair and make-up – which by the way she won't be wearing 'till she is much older!" He chuckled, continuing to gaze into her shining eyes. "A boy would be much cheaper, but the thought of watching you mother our daughter wins me over."
"Ey, whose to say she isn't going to turn out a right daddy's girl? I reckon she will ya know. Every girl secretly loves their Daddy more anyway. I mean after all, you're the one which the bank account rolling into the millions."
"One thing for sure is, whatever gender it'll end up being, it'll have me wrapped right around that little finger.
"It could be twins." Carla suggested, watching Paul intently for his reaction. "Or triplets. But why stop at three when we could have quadruplets." She giggled lightly as he shock his head.
"And you would be happy delivering all four in the end ey?" He joked, wrapping an arm tightly around her waist. "If you're sure about this, I'll find you a specialist. Someone who knows what their talking about."
Carla nodded her smile fading as the subject of their conversation became serious again. She shrugged and sighed, looking down to her hands entwined together on her lap.
"Yeah, yeah I'll do it – I just wish I could be pregnant now, I'd do anything to be like Michelle or Maria or any other normal woman."
Paul also sighed hearing her upset again. He wrapped his other arm around her body, pulling her closer to himself. "You know what they say, good things come to those who wait." He muttered quietly. "It will happen one day darlin' but until then we've just to keep doing what we're doing. I promise you, by this time next year you will be pregnant or even just given birth to our beautiful baby." He smiled gently letting out a long breath as she nodded slowly.
"How can you always be so positive ey. That's one thing I've never understood about ya." She replied quietly. "Whatever the problem, Paul will always remain positive."
"It's being married to you, brings out the best in me." He glanced down at her relaxed body now curled against his and pulled the duvet up to cover her. "It's okay if you want to fall asleep love, I know you must still not feel great."
"Mm, you're also good at mind reading, that's another thing."
"It must be being with you then. I was never good at that as a teenager."