You two married young. Right after graduating. You stayed together even after he was deployed, sending letters every week. It was romantic and sweet how much the two of you loved each other. When he came back heave you the wedding and ring he thought you deserved. You both bought a house, a car. Traveled the world together.

For years that was enough. And it was. Just you, Frankie and your dog, Lola. He was your world and you were his. Until the talks about kids came into question.

Until it turn into arguments over having them or not. Frankie didn't want kids. He had grown in a big family, with kids from all his cousins and siblings. He didn't see himself with that life.

"And if it's already happening?" You said one night that changed everything.

He had argued, told you that he didn't want the kid. That he wasn't ready and never would be.

"You have that child and I will leave."

The words shattered your heart. You didn't respond, just shook your head before you left the room. Your world was crumbling just as his. He loved you with all he had. But he wouldn't compromise about this.