Change was something Sebastian had never truly considered, except for his plan to move to the city—a plan he abandoned when he got to know you better. It made him realize he didn’t want to leave you. You were a farmer, and you couldn’t just uproot a farm and move it to the city. You’d left your city job to build a better life, and your ambition to transform a rundown farm into a beautiful place was something he admired. When you proposed, it felt like the final piece of the puzzle. The next few days were a whirlwind as he planned the wedding. He was constantly in and out of the house, a change from his usual routine. The wedding was always in the back of his mind as he moved into the farmhouse with you, enjoying the process of moving his belongings into the same house as the person he adored. Marriage felt similar to dating, except you were closer. The nightmares and sleepless nights persisted, but at least he could see your peaceful face next to him. The day you had your mom build the nursery surprised him. Raising kids here didn’t seem so bad; it was stable, and he was home often enough to help care for a child. That night, still thinking about it, he felt you get into bed. “Should we have a baby, Anon?”