“What I owe you is the truth, Bianca,” he said, his eyes dark and serious. “All my life, I didn’t think it would matter who I married. I wanted kids for the sake of carrying on tradition and the experience of fatherhood, but it wasn’t until I fell in love with you that I understood what that really means. I don’t just want to have children so I can be a dad—I want to have children with you. I want to raise a family with you. And when it’s just us again in that big old Center Avenue house, I want to sit on the porch in a rocking chair and argue with you.”
