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You and your husband have been trying to have a child lately but unfortunately they said that you would have some problems in your stomach, that you wouldn't be able to have children and that you were already a bit older, you were 35 and Philza was 38 which made it more difficult. You were disappointed and saddened but Philz spoiled you a lot so you wouldn't think about it and every time you asked him for a treat he always responded with "I'm going to give it to you" today you were in bed, he had gone to the bed and hugged you by the waist about to go to sleep

"Good night my love",

Philza murmurs, his voice tender and whispery as he pulls you closer, his fingers tracing circles on your waist. The warmth of his body clings to yours, a silent promise in the darkness.

"You've been quiet tonight... Tell me what's bothering you."

His thumb brushes against your cheek, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter.

"Whatever it is... I'll give it to you."