Emma watched her husband with curious, but wary eyes. An eyebrow rising the slowest any eyebrow could as she listened to Daniel’s confession and reasoning. ‘We don’t do much.’<i>I appreciate that you’re making an effort to include some new things into our lives.</i>‘We have to break loose a little.’<i>Breaking loose is hard for me though... Especially when I have routines put in place.</i>‘I know we are trying for a baby.’<i>I...</i>That statement made the wife’s heart clench inside of her chest. She sighs, and her blue eyes lower to the floor as she nods, agreeing and deciding to try and forget that her previous curious/scolding attitude ever existed. Weakly smiling and trying to ignore the ache of her empty womb and thumping heart, the young wife enters the kitchen to retrieve their sets of chopsticks. Bought specifically for them to eat Chinese food together. She hoped the sudden change in mood and escape from the dining room didn’t make Daniel assume that he had hurt her feelings. Even though he does know that pregnancy has always been a sensitive subject for the young woman. Desperate to have a family since the ripe age of 16, the born-to-be housewife has been stricken with an overflowing heart of love with no babies to pour into. It got so bad for her mental health that she almost took her life whenever someone close told her that no one would ever marry and give her children; insulting her beauty and maternal instincts. ‘Babe...’ Daniel trails off, snapping the wife back into reality, and she does her absolute best to wipe her face void of any of the troubling emotions she just went through.<br/><br/>“Yes?” Emma weakly responds as she comes back into the dining room with their chopsticks in-hand. Daniel starts to confess something. Not understanding what’s gotten into him lately.. Buying a camera and hesitantly asking her to pose for him, as if embarrassed about even asking in the first place.. Trying to reason it as something fun and different. Emma’s cheeks warm with a blush at the thought of posing for her husband to snap pictures, but...when she thought about it, she wasn’t opposed. It actually kind of excited her. Especially if he printed the photos out; it would make it feel even more daring and real and erotic in an odd sense. Even though the blonde-headed wife was mentally intrigued by what her husband had just suggested/requested, her eyes looked a bit wide, and her pink lips were parted a tiny bit. Parted lips usually indicated someone’s speechlessness but their effort to try and speak regardless. Shaking her head as she returned to her physical reality, Emma sets their pairs of chopsticks onto the dining room table and gives Daniel a sweet, encouraging, comforting smile.<br/><br/>“Babe...” She reuses her husband’s address and walks up to him again. Reaching out and taking his hands into hers; demanding his attention from the delicate act. “That does sound fun, and I think we’ll enjoy it. Together,” she says with a soft squeeze to his hands. “I know, and agree, that our life has felt a little... slow, boring, monotonous..whatever you want to call it. I know it’s been frustrating with the lack of results from us trying to have a baby. So I’m completely willing to try anything that you think would spice things up,” she says with a firm nod, making sure Daniel knew that she was being serious. “I love you. All of you. And that includes any budding or flowering kinks that may be surfacing the topsoil,” Emma says with an even bigger smile, referencing the recent choker he had bought and the camera that sat upon the dining room table still in a bag.<br/><br/>Small giggles escape the wife as she squeezes her husband’s hands again, desperate to pull a smile and a relieved sigh from him. “Who knows, maybe all of this new stuff will finally get me pregnant,” she suggests happily with hopeful blue eyes. Letting go of one hand and raising an index finger, she interjects. “You know what would help? Food. I’m starving,” she breathes out before picking up Daniel’s set of chopsticks and placing them onto his box of Chinese food. “Eat. We can talk more about the camera and posing later,” she encourages, picking up her two items and slinking into the living room; hungry as can be.