I'd say, "Our time will come." She'd smile.
Our marriage seemed strong, but the money wasn't. Everything got more expensive; bills, groceries, unreliable vehicles, etc.
Despite this, she still wanted a baby. I'd answer, half-heartedly, "Maybe someday."
We divorced last year. Mostly friendly, but it still hurt. Several of our friends tell me she seems really happy lately; almost glowing.
I never wanted to know that.
I told her our time would come. Turns out I was only half-right.