The thought of having and watching a little, miniature them run around, play, and grow up before her made Emma’s heart swell with hopeful happiness. She wanted everything that comes with having a baby. Carrying the baby, getting back pains, gaining weight, eating more than normal, buying memory foam so that she could sleep without their child crushing her lungs... So many more things, but her patience, regardless of her love for her husband, was growing thin. Because Daniel was right. They’ve been trying to get pregnant for years, and in the beginning, Emma blamed it on bad luck. Not everyone can get lucky the very first try. But then it turned into months.. and then half a year.. and then before she knew it, it was 2 years of trying with no real result. It made Emma worry that maybe something was wrong with her.. maybe something was wrong with Daniel.. maybe it’s the both of them..? Her stomach would always sink to her knees when she thought about the possibility of something being wrong with her or her husband. She just wanted to get pregnant. She just wanted to birth and raise their child with him like every other domestic, cliché couple on the earth. Why did it feel so hard to accomplish? They have a house, he has a well-paid job, she’s destined for motherhood. So why isn’t the universe granting them a child when they’re clearly ready for one?<br/><br/>With her chopsticks dug into her box of lo mein and her eyes staring off into the distance, it was a miracle that she caught Daniel’s question. Asking her about her day and wondering if she found anything interesting online. Aside from video chatting Jason and watching the cooking shows after being told she didn’t have to cook dinner, Emma didn’t do much of anything. The perfect emptiness to be filled with a baby... Her right hand reaches down and gently presses a couple fingers into her lower abdomen as her left hand still held onto her chopsticks. Her breath hitches, and she pulls her gaze away from a wall and focuses it on her husband’s distracted eyes.<br/><br/>“Today was okay. I didn’t really do much,” Emma confesses, knowing that she couldn’t possibly tell Daniel about her chats with Jason right now. Especially right after discussing their feelings towards their baby predicament. “I watched cooking shows when you told me that you had dinner covered,” she explains and brings her right hand back to the table; fingers resting upon the surface once more. “I’m almost done with one season. Torn between who should win the competition,” she breathes out, her mind wandering as her eyes follow her husband’s; watching the channels change according to Daniel’s interest or lack thereof. Eating a bit more, Emma remains quiet, running out of talking points already. Her chopsticks carefully plucking out some of the ingredients she didn’t much care for and setting them onto the opened, empty portion of the to-go box.<br/><br/><br/>“How was work?” Was the next instinctual question that left the wife’s mouth. She hated talking about her boring day to try and fill in the silence. She didn’t do much, and what she did do, she couldn’t tell Daniel about. Not yet anyway. He needs more time.