Cue music. "I want to know what love is," she countered, probably a surprise to him, she thought. She was being surprisingly honest in what she said. It would be hard to miss the candor, for it reached her eyes. It wasn't about her looks at all. "You wouldn't be able to give me the kind of love I crave. Perhaps the children could... but not you." she gave a sad smile.

Sonia reached over and began to straighten out the papers until they were in order again, movements quick and efficient. "Besides, if I am being honest, and I am, I am frightened that I am going to die giving birth to the children. I'm not well." She looked down.