'Mara,
You should be with someone who can give you kids. Someone who can love you.
I won't be ready for kids for a few more years yet... You want them now. I can't give you that and I don't want to keep you waiting... You'd look so beautiful with that pregnant glow around you, baby... You wouldn't be carrying my child. You'd be carrying somebody else's. I don't know how I feel about that-- but that's the only way for you to get pregnant. Maybe Sasha would be willing to donate his sperm or something.
The counsel has been keeping me very busy. I'm short-tempered, I have a short fuse. I will never take my anger out on you. EVER. I want you to be happy, baby. I don't want to deny you motherhood if you want it so bad and I don't want to see you deny yourself something just because I don't want it. If you did get pregnant, yes, I would help you with the child. I..love you.
Don't deny yourself the chance to be a mother, Tamara. Be happy.
Love,
Ayva
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