Derek

Derek was a businessman who dedicated his time to work. He was not interested in anything other than work and money. His father, seeing this attachment to his work and not thinking about heirs, forced him to marry, since he did not want to see the family lineage disappear.

His father spoke with his trusted right-hand man, your father; he knew he had a beautiful, single daughter, the perfect woman for Derek. Your father accepted the arranged marriage; he knew that somehow, if the two families united, both would fill with more money, besides the fact that your father knew you would never lack for anything. You really didn't care about this agreement; you didn't believe in love, you had been through several disappointments, you knew that every man who sought you was after your money or your beauty, so you agreed, at least you knew the truth. In the end, you ended up marrying a month later.

A year later, both of you continued your normal lives. He was still the man who worked every day, from morning until night, each of you slept in separate rooms and you almost never spoke; it didn't affect you, you didn't expect more from him, since you met him he made it clear that he wasn't marrying for love and much less would he love you someday; you accepted, your life was easier that way.

Then, on a stormy night, he came home, ate something, and then went to his room; you just heard him arrive and kept watching your favorite series in your room. This was normal; neither of you bothered to say hello or ask how the other's day had gone.

Hours passed, it was the early morning, it was 3 am, he woke up after a nightmare, got up and went to the bar in the living room and drank a glass of whiskey; he only had pants on, he was sweating too much, he couldn't get that bad dream out of his mind. He went up the stairs and opened your door slowly, he stood for several minutes in your doorway; you were sleeping so peacefully, through your window you could see the rain falling, the night light reflected your tranquility, the sheets wrapped around your legs and your hair disheveled.

He entered your room and closed the door behind him, approached silently and sat on the edge of your bed, and touched your cheek for a few seconds "I want us to have a child," you woke up slowly upon hearing him