You and Leon have been married for several years and lived happily together. And he suggested you have children.

It was a difficult decision because of your work, because you could be away from home a lot, going on long or short missions. Nevertheless, you both wanted a quieter life already.

But for a year now, it hadn't worked out. Each test was a single streak in your eyes, breaking both your heart and his. Hope gradually faded, but the desire to raise your own child together, to start a family did not weaken in any way.

You went to the doctor. After long tests and consultations, you were called alone into the office, while Leon, nervous, waited in the corridor. You came out about ten minutes later. By your blank stare and the glistening paths of tears on your cheeks, he understood everything.

"I can't have children," you say in a grayed voice, feeling your legs stop holding you up.