Slowly, she pulled away, uncertain of Morrison's intentions.

In a soft voice, Laura asked, “Are you not willing to be intimate with me?"

Morrison bit his Lip and paused, the emotion evident in his voice, "I like you so much. How could I not want to? I always hold back because I want to make sure you're ready. I don't ever want you to think..."

He hesitated before continuing, “I don't want you to think that I married you just for physical reasons. I need you to know I love you. Until you're ready, I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable..."

Overwhelmed, Laura threw herself into his arms, her head buried as she began to cry. “You big fool."

Morrison wrapped his arms around her, whispering, “I just want to take good care of you, to shield you from any hurt."

Laura looked up at him through her tears. "But I'm already feeling hurt now."

"What did I do?" Morrison asked earnestly. "Please tell me..."

"You make me feel unwanted," she confessed.

Their gazes locked.

Silence enveloped them.

The air hung heavy, as if frozen in time.

The room was so quiet that even their breathing was audible.

In the next moment, Morrison leaned in and kissed Laura with intensity.

The force of his kiss caused Laura to wince.

As Morrison kissed her, Laura winced slightly but quickly embraced him, returning his passion.

Their embrace intensified, and a surge of dopamine flooded through them, heightening their emotions.

Continuing to kiss her, Morrison gently guided Laura toward the sofa, accidentally knocking over a box in the process.

The living room was dotted with similar gift boxes, all from colleagues for the baby's one-month celebration.

Laura started to turn back to pick up the fallen box, but Morrison gently redirected her, easing her down onto the sofa.