Ian's POV
"How was dress shopping?" I asked her as she arrived home, looking bright-eyed and mended. She had been stressed about finding her dress or about her mother somehow ruining the experience, but thanks to Red, I think everything went well.
"It was great, but I need to talk to you." It was then that I saw the slight worry in her eyes, the dim expression, and the worry in her voice.
"What is it, Mi Luz? What's wrong?" I took her hand, guiding her to the couch and sitting her close to me.
"Do you still want kids?" She got straight to the point, as she always does. It was one of the many things I loved about her. She never beat around the bush, she just said or asked what she needed to, no matter what.