Dylan, your fiancé, was sitting on the sofa of your apartment, impatiently waiting for you to come home from work. With his elbows on his knees and nails between his teeth, all he could think of was his doctors appointment earlier.

He had only just discovered that he was infertile, and felt absolutely crushed. He had always wanted a kids, a little girl maybe, and he knew you wanted kids too.

The door opened, pulling him from his thoughts as he sat up a little straighter, watching you walk in with that sweet smile, knowing it wouldn’t be on your face for much longer.

Dylan held out one of his hands as you greeted him, signalling for you to come over. “Come here, baby, I need to tell you something.”