"Please, think about it." Ace gently whispered as he placed a charcuterie board on the small marble table in the living room. It was filled with different kinds of cheese and salamis, with black olives and grapes placed in the middle, circled by quail eggs.

"The wedding was magnificent, angel. It made me realize how much I yearn for a family with you." Sam picked up the champagne bottle, opening it without much fanfare. "Imagine a baby of ours—" he started to pour the golden liquid into the two glasses he'd selected. "—running around the house, making us laugh." He chuckled before turning serious again. "I'm not coercing you into anything."

He pulled out a chair. "Kids are a serious responsibility. But I would love to be a father. I would love to have a family with you." A lighthearted smile formed on Ace's lips. "If you want that too."