"It isn't nonsense!" Gabriel curtly stated before he could help himself. "You act as if our mothers want us to chop off our limbs! They want us to have children, they think of this as a good thing, not some curse they want to lay upon you to make you suffer!" He huffed quickly before crossing over to the bookcase, reading the spines of the various novels and texts to try and calm himself. Gabriel avoiding confrontation like no other, so when he actually gave in to an argument or heated discussion he needed to force himself from going off into uncharted territory.
He managed to pull his eyes off of the books. Even though he disagreed with Rachel about how terrible another child would be, Gabriel would honor their decision. He didn't want her to think that he secretly opposed it, because it was a sensible life choice for them to make. It just--it irked him immensely at how she abhorred the idea of having children; was sit because of her experience with Amissa, or did she not want to have children with him?
"I will arrange a lunch with my mother tomorrow to explain our decision if that will make you happy," he said, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. As much as he hated conflict, he found the fact that Rachel couldn't put on a face to keep the peace more irritable. Maybe it wasn't something he should wish for of his wife, but it was, and he was frustrated. "Don't think I've changed my mind on that."
Gabriel felt cheated as he nearly spat the last comment, which in his mind was supposed to reassure Rachel of his opinion on the matter. Michael and Amissa were two beautiful children that he would love as long as he lived, but hearing how hellish the nonsense of procreating again would be---it stung in numerous ways.
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