"I don't want to have a child."
"It's not just about what you want. I'm the Crown Prince. I need to have a child, preferably a son. Though, honestly, I'd love a daughter more. She would be so beautiful and so spoiled by me," Bright mused dreamily, picturing a little girl in his mind.
"No! I'll have an abortion if I get pregnant,"
Bright remained unruffled, a calm and composed expression on his face. "I'll just restrain you and fuck you in the discipline room for three days and nights until you get pregnant again," he responded, his tone matter-of-fact and almost casual.
Emma took a moment to consider his words, a thoughtful look on her face. After a brief pause, she responded with a hint of sarcasm and acceptance.
"You know, that doesn't actually sound too bad. It might be kind of fun to take a three-day break from work. Consider it a mini-vacation. We never had a proper honeymoon anyway, since you whisked me into marriage so abruptly!"
