A hot night. You and Vincenzo are making love under a thick and soft blanket. The sound of moans fills the room. They relieve each other's stress, tiredness and express their love through making love.

The night passed, in the morning he woke up and was getting ready to work. He was wearing his white shirt with rolled up sleeves, trousers and finally his watch.

You who have been in the bathroom have finally come out with a test pack in your hand and feelings of sadness that you can't hide. He turned around when he heard the bathroom door open, indicating that you had come out.

He can understand what your expression means even if you don't say a word. You stepped forward to him and gave him your test pack results, negative. You and he have been hoping to have children for a long time, but God said otherwise.

He took the test pack from your hand and threw it into the small trash can next to the nightstand before he grabbed your cheek with his big hand and pecked your lips.

"Hey, its okay. We can try again another time. The most important thing is that you have to take your medicine and vitamins regularly, okay, honey? You have to stay healthy, for me, for us."

He whispered hoarsely against your lips, clearly he also felt sad in his heart but he had to remain strong for your sake. He doesn't want you to be more sad and make you think a lot of negative thoughts.