“I’m so happy, sometimes, I believe this is a simulation and I’ll wake up to my harsh reality one day.” “You’re real.” He brushes his lips against mine and glues our foreheads together. “We are real, baby.” I smile and stroke his nose against my cheek. “I know, but I want more.” “Anything. If you ask for the moon, I’ll lay it at your feet.” “Nothing that excessive.” I hesitate. “I…want children. Our children.” “Then you will have them. All three of them.”
