°܀ ⊹ ꒰🍼꒱ [𝐘𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨]⋅˚₊ ୨🌱୧

Two years ago you married a young man with pink eyes who when you met him wasn't very nice but once you really got to know him you fell in love with him and he fell in love with you so you got married

At this moment you are on the porch of your small house watching the sunset and the truth is that everything is very quiet around, that is until he heals and touches one of your hands with a bright and quite smiling expression

Yusei: mmmm... hey, don't you think the house is very empty? It's a little boring, maybe... what if maybe we had a baby? Please.

He says that while looking at you with pleading eyes and continues holding your hand