“You’re not that old, dad. Surely, you can wait a few years,” Ace said defensively.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not I’m old. She’s your wife and this is part of what she needs to do,” he said as he stared directly at me.
“Stop pressuring her. Stress makes it harder for women to conceive. Don’t you know that?” Ace asked jokingly, although it was quite true.
“Stop taking her side on this one,” his father warned.
“She’s my wife, so of course, I’ll take her side. I know that you want to become a grandfather so badly, but you have to be patient. Don’t worry, we won’t disappoint you. We’ll have loads of children,” Ace said while sounding quite happy.
