Waylen's whispered endearments, his kisses like a soothing balm, managed to coax a smile from her.

As the night wore on, a serene ambiance painted the room. Beneath the shelter of Waylen's black shirt, Rena rested, her body and soul intertwined with his. Yet, amid the afterglow, Waylen's thoughts betrayed the shadows that weighed upon his mind.

Rena, unaware of the complexities, sought clarity, a desire for understanding etched across her features.

When he observed her, his mood lightened, a playful glint dancing within his eyes.

"Rena, let's imagine a future with three children."

"Three children?" Her incredulous blush painted her cheeks a delicate shade of pink, and her response emerged in the form of a quip as she asked, "Who's saying I'd want to have three children with you?"

Waylen's fingers danced, a teasing caress that ignited sparks.

"I've already chosen their names."

Curiosity piqued, Rena nestled closer, her eyes bright with anticipation.

She leaned against him, the only garment adorning her form his black shirt.

As moonlight bathed them in its ethereal glow, Waylen's voice, a lullaby of promises, filled the air.

“Alexis, Marcus, Elva... What do you think?"

Rena contemplated each name, her heart softening at the vision he painted.

She took a moment, then her voice, tender as a whisper, grazed his ear as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I may not be ready for three.”

Waylen's smile, a portrait of contentment, adorned his lips.

Drawing her nearer, he enveloped her in his arms, the quiet intimacy a testament to their enduring bond.

In the realm between slumber and wakefulness, Rena's senses were a haze.

Within this liminal space, Waylen's voice found her ear, a gentle whisper that stirred her soul.

The words carried a profound weight.

“I love you."

A week passed, and Aline's intentions remained veiled from Waylen's eyes.