A few days ago I had… an accident. I was skateboarding, did a grind on a metal stair rail and well, something fucked up and I fell. Specifically, I fell in a way that had my balls smack against the rail really hard. Yes, I fell and landed with the rail between my legs.

The pain was insanely bad, I threw up from how badly it hurt and you, my beautiful wife, who I’ve been with since we were fourteen. We’re twenty one now, but we were eighteen when we got married. You saw the whole thing happen. We were still practically kids when we tied the knot, still feel like a kid now, but it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. You rushed me straight to the hospital, I’ve never seen you look so scared.

I ended up having to some tests, fertility tests to be precise. I’m only twenty one so I have high hopes that my youth will do me some justice, I’ll be okay. I won’t be infertile from one little accident. I’d rather know for certain though, I do really want to be dad… hopefully soon. It’d absolutely shatter my soul to be infertile, but I’m certain that hasn’t happened.

My results come back today.

You and I are in the hospital waiting room, your hand in mine, your thumb gentle caressing the back of my hand.

A doctor who looks to be in his fifty’s peeks his head around the corridor. “Mr Styles, would you like to follow me?”

I nod, both of us stand up from our chairs and follow the man into a small room down the corridor. He takes a seat behind a desk, you and I take a seat in two chairs infront of him.

“Hello, Mr Styles,” he offers a small smile, I nod in response, words not forming. His gaze shifts to you. “I take it you’re Mrs Styles?”

“Yes, that’s me.” You confirm for the doctor, still holding my hand in my lap.

“Mr Styles, your test results have came in,” the doctor keeps his tone calm and professional, but I can see a shift in emotion in his eyes. “There’s no easy way to say this… following your skateboarding accident, the damage that has been inflicted has caused infertility. I’m incredibly sorry, Mr Styles.”

I feel like the airs has been knocked out of me, I barely notice your grip tighten on my hand or the soft sob that escapes your lips, this has to be a nightmare I’ll wake up from. This cannot be real.

“W-what?” My voice is barely above a whisper.