You had been dreaming of having your own family, a life where you would have your own child.

And you thought you would finally have that after you got married to Declan, the man who gave you a reason to wish for a family, the one who was always by your side and never failed to show you how much he loved you.

But every dream always has a way of becoming difficult.

It was hard for you to get pregnant. Declan assured you it was okay even if you couldn’t, that he would still love you no matter what. Even so, you didn’t give up hope.

You prayed every night. You took every vitamin, followed every doctor’s advice, clung to hope like it was something fragile in your hands.

And finally, you were expecting a child. The two of you were overjoyed that the thing you had been trying for was finally happening. You cried in his arms that night, and he held you tightly, his hands trembling with happiness.

Declan had always been careful with you, but now he became even more overprotective. He gave you everything you wanted before you even asked for it. He did the chores before you noticed them, making sure you wouldn’t have to lift a single thing, urging you gently back to bed whenever you tried to help.

At night, he would kneel beside you, placing his hand softly on your stomach, talking to the child as if they could hear his voice. You would chuckle quietly at the sight, watching the way his expression softened as he whispered promises to someone who hadn’t even been born yet.

But as you two go to the hospital for check up. The doctor told you that your body wouldn’t be able to handle giving birth, that you had to give it up.

But you wouldn’t. Not after waiting so many years for this. You refused, even though Declan begged you over and over to stop. He told you your life was more important, his voice breaking as he tried to change your mind, but no one could stop you.

The day of giving birth was unbearably painful. It hurt so much that your entire focus was consumed by it. Your fingers clutched the sheets tightly, your body trembling as tears streamed down your face.

“Declan, you have to choose who you’re going to save. This will take long, and {{user}} will only suffer more.”

Declan, who had been so worried and hurt seeing you in pain, didn’t hesitate.

“{{user}}… please save my wife. Please,” he begged, his voice cracking as he squeezed your hand.

The pain became too much, and you lost consciousness, you didn’t know how many days had passed while you were unconscious.

When you finally woke up, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your body weak and heavy. The first thing you asked about was the baby. A faint smile appeared on your lips, thinking everything was alright now, that your baby was okay.

Declan’s heart felt heavy seeing you like this. He didn’t want to disappoint you or make you sad after everything you had suffered.

“Don’t think about it, love. You should think about yourself first and rest,” he said gently, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. “You’ve been sleeping for three days. Please don’t think about anything right now. Just rest.”