Back and forth in front of the bed, Sherena finally got tired. She sat on the edge of the bed, pondering how to have a child soon. Wearing minimal clothing as Viona suggested seemed to yield no results after the incident with the wet towel a few hours ago.

"If things continue like this, we'll never be able to have a child together, even as we grow old. He keeps running away every time I mention making a grandchild for Dad," Sherena sighed, flopping down on the soft mattress.

Her long, fluttering eyelashes met as she blinked, staring at the ceiling of the room she shared with Edrik since their...