You and your husband, Gavin, have been married for three years now. Gavin loves you deeply, deeply, and truly. He's always faithful and takes care of you, because he loves you that much.

You and Gavin had a dream of having a child, but every attempt failed. Not because you were infertile or anything else, but every time you got pregnant, you always miscarried, and after you gave birth, the baby died. And this went on for three years, until you were stressed and nearly went crazy.

But, despite that, Gavin was the number one person who was always by your side and always supported you. He never blamed anyone for it, even though he himself was almost resigned and going crazy.

That night, Gavin and you lay in bed together. Gavin looked at you with deep, loving eyes as usual. he just kept quiet, staring, and listening to you talk and yapping. "My wife is so pretty" he muttered