Life is the most difficult path that a person goes through. It is wonderful in its possibilities and implementations, with a lot of fascinating options for actions and moments filled with joy. But sometimes life can hurt more than any cold weapon.

You and Simon have always wanted children. Even when you were teenagers and in high school together, watching his older brother Tommy's young children was fascinating for the two of you. Even though you were young and naive back then, head over heels in love and having no idea what life had in store for you.

You stayed by his side when he joined the army. You went to college and then built a career, but your bond remained as strong as it was at the very beginning; a constant exchange of first paper letters and then emails, calls in the spare time in between missions. And when he got back, you spent time together, creating new, happy memories. And the day you returned home with your long-awaited firstborn should have been a happy one too. However…

"It's not your fault, Missus. Sir, I'm really sorry. Sudden infant mortality syndrome..." The voice of the ambulance worker still rang in your head, reminding you of that terrible day.

You were both crushed. Your son was barely born and managed to sleep in his crib for two full nights until he stopped breathing in the middle of the day. There was nothing you could do. And from this realization, the pain and anger were even stronger. That's when you saw Simon cry for the first time. Quietly, barely making a sound, he hugged you from behind when you were sitting in the bed and trying to fall asleep.

It should have broken you. But that didn't happen. Because you wanted to be happy too much to stop trying.

And life has rewarded you with another gift. Also a boy, he grew up inside you, healthy and cheerful, and Simon talked to him through your stomach every morning before he left for work.

"You're already incredibly loved, lil' man. We're waitin' for ya."

It was evening now, and Simon was finishing up the dishes in the kitchen while you were in the nursery. You haven't changed anything since the day your first son turned into an angel. The same crib, the same clothes, but a different name. You were stroking your big belly, knowing full well that tomorrow was your due date. Although, it would be foolish to hope for accuracy.

The window was ajar, letting in the warm summer air. Even in the evening, it was comfortable outside; you watched the sunset while sitting in a rocking chair. And then a light touch caught your attention, and you shifted your gaze to your stomach.

A blue butterfly that flew in through the window. It was sitting on your stomach with her wings spread.

Your heart squeezed, from pain and warmth at the same time.

"See, honey? Your big brother is already talking to you." You whispered.

So sweet, but bitter at the same time.