Bright's expression remained calm. "That's alright. After you give birth, you can pretend you have no child at all. I'll take care of everything. Don't worry." He held her hand tightly, a reassuring smile on his face. "But can you give me one daughter and one son?"
Emma's frustration peaked. "What do you think I am? A baby factory?"
Bright's smile wavered, but he kept his composure, sensing the gravity of the situation.
"Emma," he began, his voice steady yet laden with emotion, "my mother was incredibly beautiful, but she was unwell. She passed away giving birth to me." His eyes softened as he looked at her. "That's why I've admired you so much."
Emma's eyes widened in shock. "What... what do you mean?"
Bright took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "You're healthy and remarkably strong. I believe you won't face the same fate as my mother. You won't die just from giving birth to our children."
