Anastasia smiled when he told her he loved her as well. She knew this, she knew it well. They had been married a few months and together a few months more. Millie had still been talking about them starting a family and Samsul had jumped onto the wagon with her. Anastasia was still on the fence, there was so much to do and she wanted for the two of them to raise their children. She didn't want work to be continuously pulling them away. They had gone about 'trying' here and there, although that had been less for the want or thought of children and more so for want of each other or lust. Not to mention, there were other things that scared her about having children. She had heard of the pain of childbirth and the aches of pregnancy. She also knew of the visions and those scared her the most. She had been given up due to one of those visions. Her mother had seen her father and herself killed in one of those visions. She that she would see a similar fate. She looked up at Samsul and squeezed his hand, "Did your mother... ever tell you what she saw when she had you?"