Cracked Pavement

A decision

Mr. Rose has proven infertile, having tried conceiving a child with Mrs. Rose for quite some time, but it never turned out quite right. After a visit from the doctors to test out his fertility level, he was tested positive for infertility. Ever since, Mr. Rose was furiously trying to think up a plan to have the child he wanted.

Mr. Rose paced around the room back and forth, holding his old rosewood cane with silver basing behind his back. His finely ironed midnight black suit with the gold chain clippings swayed from side to side. He was furious.
Mrs. Rose sat in a cushy leather loveseat perpendicular from where Mr. Rose had been pacing, watching him angrily ponder about a decision they were to make.
"This is outrageous!" Mr. Rose burst out, as he has been for the last 15 minutes of pacing.
"Dear, this is nothing to anger about--"
Mrs. Rose tried to reason, but she was cut off my Mr. Rose's insensitive outburst of anger.
"GREAT! Now my WIFE thinks I'm ridiculous!"
Mrs. Rose sinks in her seat.
Her pale freckled skin had turned a shade paler in fear, and her baby blue eyes shone with sadness and perhaps guilt that she couldn't help her husband--her furious husband.
"Darling... If we can't have children, we can simply adop-"
"NO! I don't want some teenager's mistake! O-or a scumbag's snotty child that they couldn't feed because they were too pathetically poor! Mary, you know how the streets of London work, it's simply too dirty to take in another's child. We're too above them to take them in. Besides, I wanted it to be OUR child."
Mrs. Rose looks down in disbelief and sadness. She too wanted a child, but she would be perfectly fine with another's child she could call her own. Although her husband did have a point, she thought.
"I'll tell you what Richard," Mrs. Rose finally spoke, "why don't I try to find other methods? I'm quite sure that there are other methods that we could have a biological child--with all of this technology advancing and such."
Mr. Rose perked up.
"You would do that Mary? What if there isn't one? Then what are we to do?"
Mrs. Rose got up from the loveseat and gently walked over to Mr. Rose, placing her hand on his shoulder and giving him a quick kiss of assurance.
"Darling, I'm sure that there is one. I mean, they found a way to clone items, genetically perfect children shouldn't be too hard of a project if they're paid enough of our riches."
Mr. Rose looked down at his wife's face, questioning her logic of reasoning, but quickly shrugs it off with the desperation of having a biological child.
Mrs. Rose sighed, and looked to the kitchen.
"Why don't I prepare dinner, and we'll let the night pass."