Of all the topics he might've brought up, why did it have to be this one? Freya had managed to keep the struggles and fears from him for six years and now it was all threatening to bubble over like an unattended kettle. Had someone mentioned something to him about them being childless? There were often rumors in the beginning, but now it was simply part of who she was. She was Mrs. Freya Selwyn, wife of Mr. Daniel Selwyn and mother fo none.

"I thought I would let inspiration strike when it became necessary," she offered in the same sweet voice she used when navigating his foul moods. Surely, he would understand what wasn't being said and move on? Or at the very least understand her reluctance in speaking on such matters?

They walked closer to the window of a shop displaying a swimming costume. Determined as ever to change the subject, Freya excitedly said, "do you have a swimming costume, my love? I can't remember ever seeing you in one."