It is difficult for me to pretend that everything is fine in front of his parents. Especially when we are all sitting around the table, my so-called in love husband leaves kisses on the corner of my lips during breakfast.

"Son, haven't you taken your wife to the yacht yet?" asks his father quite enthusiastically.

"I was thinking of doing it today," Lucas responds.

"It is a perfect plan, son; the weather is ideal for sailing. Besides, we imagine that you want to be alone and enjoy your honeymoon. I can't wait for the day you tell us that we will be grandparents," says Laura, and I think I have to choke on the piece of croissant.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asks me sarcastically.

"Yes, all good," I say curtly and look at his mother. "Laura, I'm sorry, but we don't have plans to have children for now," I explain.

I can't let this poor woman get excited about having grandchildren. However, his parents look at me strangely. I don't understand why.