Siobhan still wanted all of those things. She still wanted children. She still wanted Max to be their father. She wanted a future with him as her husband but she wasn't sure if it was possible for those things to happen without a small voice in the back of her mind telling her that she was condemning him to a fate that was unfair to him. There was little she could do to change herself to fit his needs. Nothing, really. He loved her, but did he desire her? Could he ever learn to? They'd been together for years and it was no easier now to be physically as wrapped up in one another as they could be emotionally.
Losing Max wasn't something that Siobhan thought she could live with. The possibility looming overhead felt like a pendulum rocking back and forth and threatening to slice her in half with every swing. "Is there something that I can do?" she asked him. "If I could do something to make you want me, Max, I'll do it, you just have to tell me what it is."