?<strong>Chapter 1384:</strong>


    Madisyn followed his gaze, ncing at the bottle she had intentionally chosen.


    She smiled, unwavering. “It’s fine, darling. We’re at home. Besides, it’s not like we’re drinking the whole bottle.”


    Andrew chuckled, giving in without resistance. He lifted his ss and drained the wine in one smooth motion.


    The wine was exquisite, and their love was undeniable. As Andrew neared the end of his meal, Madisyn lifted her ss once more and seized the moment to revisit the unresolved matter from a few nights ago.


    “Darling, have you thought about what you promised mest time?” She stood up, sauntering over to Andrew with quiet confidence. Andrew wasn’t drunk, but he had definitely consumed enough wine to let his usual caution slip a little.


    Madisyn knew this. She knew exactly when to time her request. Leaning down, she draped an arm over his shoulder, her voice as gentle as the fingers tracing along the back of his neck.


    Under thebined influence of the wine and the woman he adored, Andrew finally voiced the answer he had been contemting for days.


    “Honey, I still think that…”


    Andrew’s words trailed off, but Madisyn caught the answer in his eyes. If it wasn’t the answer she wanted, then it was better left unspoken. She set her wine ss down, reaching out with delicate fingers to trace the line of Andrew’s throat before surrendering to a lingering kiss. The night wrapped around them, undisturbed, as she lost herself in the warmth of the man she loved.


    The crisp evening air carried the scent of earth and pine, mingling with the rich aroma of red wine, a heady mix that stirred something deep within them both.


    Madisyn melted into Andrew’s embrace, her voice unsteady, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she finally voiced the decision she had made days ago.


    “Honey, I know you’ve always hesitated about having another baby, afraid of what I might go through. But if we put all those fears aside, deep down, you’re the one who wants it most.”


    She spoke softly, her voice brimming with tenderness. “I love you, and I love myself. If my safety is guaranteed, why shouldn’t we try again? Why shouldn’t we reach for what we both long for? With you beside me, I have nothing to fear.”


    Andrew wasn’t the only one swayed by the effects of the wine tonight. With unwavering resolve, Madisynid her thoughts bare, looking straight into his eyes as she spoke.


    They were close—so close that Andrew could count the delicate sweep of her eyshes, so close that he could see the flicker of hope in her gaze and hear the rapid beat of her heart.


    And in that moment, he understood.


    If his goal was to shield her from harm, rejecting her now might protect her physically—but what about the ache in her heart?


    Madisyn was right. He wanted this just as much as she did. With modern medicine and all the advancements avable, maybe—just maybe—he could keep her safe while still embracing the future she envisioned.


    “Honey?”


    Madisyn’s soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. She nudged his nose with hers.


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