The Relocation Hindrance
It started with Amy's box of mementos. Much like the box that Sheldon had brought out to show Penny, it was filled with what she had deemed significant about their 'first round'. Notes, ticket stubs, letters he had written her and the like. While she had started to unpack the box holding that box, Sheldon had picked that up.
"Why do you have these things?" Sheldon asked. Amy withdrew her head from the box of clothing it was in and stared at him as if he was a stranger.
"You're kidding me, right?" she said slowly. "They have sentimental value. You have a box like that too."
"But why does there need to be two?" Sheldon stared at her blankly.
"So our children can have as much information as possible at their disposal."
"You want children?" For a moment, Amy froze and stared at Sheldon, shock apparent in her expression. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"You don't want kids?" she asked, dragging out each word.
"Why would I?" Sheldon said. "The risks are much too high. The child could risk turning out my siblings or your father. Plus there isn't room in my ten-year plan for any offspring. The chances of you being able to conceive after 35 without any fertility drugs are low, so when you think about it, children aren't likely to happen."
"Why didn't you say that before?" she asked.
"Why are you so upset?" Sheldon countered.
"Children are an implied element of marriage Shell. I thought that we would have a family. Not grow old alone together."
"That's an oxymoron," Sheldon kicked in.
"That's not the point. I want kids." Amy abandoned her box to sit on the couch. "We'd be great parents. Just think about it." She pushed her sweaty hair out of her face and rested her chin on her hands. "Okay, first off, my father only became dim after his head injury. Secondly, you're the genetic mutation in your family Sheldon, not your siblings. And third, do you think I'm too stupid to be the mother of your children?" Sheldon was so shocked that he couldn't answer any of her statements, much less defend himself. "Well do you?"
"I just don't think we should risk anything," he is able to choke out. Amy reached into a box and tossed a commemorative Disney cup at his head. He barely dodged it and it bounced off Leonard's board.
"Chip wanted kids," Amy said. Sheldon froze. Never would he have thought that she would bring him up. Not after what they had been through, all he had done to get her back.
"Maybe you should have married Chip, if you wanted some offspring," Sheldon retorted.
"Maybe I should have." With that, Amy got off the couch and left the apartment. Sheldon could hear her across the hall. She knocked on Penny's door and a few seconds later it opened and Penny screamed 'HE WHAT?'. Sheldon sat in his spot and decided to go through the box once again, this time more thoroughly. There were some common items. Several pictures and ticket stubs. At the bottom was a piece of notebook paper. It was creased with age. Curious, he unfolded it.
I am sorry for my actions earlier today. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. Expressing my emotions verbally is not my forte. There is a lot that I want to say to you. One of those things is that I love you. But you already know that. The general consensus seems to be that using ones own words is more romantic. But I can only do so on paper.
It was the only love letter he had ever written. A warm feeling spread through the bottom of his stomach and he put the letter down. He had not expected her to keep such a silly thing. Maybe he had been wrong. After all, they could discuss this further, maybe reach a compromise. So he decided to go to Penny's apartment and attempt reconciliation.
"She doesn't want to see you ever again," Penny informed him when she answered her door. "Why the hell did you say that you wouldn't want to risk having average kids?"
"Those weren't my exact words," Sheldon said.
"Look, I know you love her. But, give her some room and she might calm down. And say sorry when she decides to forgive you. A lot."