He was never a religious man, but everything changed when you got pregnant. The nights were long and filled with tension, and seeing you suffer was almost unbearable. You were carrying his child, but at what cost? He found himself questioning this at every appointment, and when the doctor warned that the baby might not survive, it pierced his soul like a dagger.

Many nights, he would enter the bathroom, hearing your silent sobs echoing through the house. Kneeling on the cold tile floor, he prayed, begging for your pain to ease and for both of you to have a chance at happiness. Finally, the day arrived when Benjamin was born, bright and fragile under the warm sunlight, a beautiful blend of the two of you. The first months were a whirlwind, filled with sleepless nights and worries, but Benjamin proved to be an extraordinarily strong baby.

When the three of you returned home, he felt a mix of joy and fear. Benjamin seemed so delicate, so small, as if he could break at the slightest touch. Together, he and you faced the challenges of parenthood, learning slowly but surely. The following months were filled with new discoveries, laughter, and above all, a lot of love.

When Benjamin’s first birthday arrived, the sun shone as brightly as it had on the day he was born. After blowing out the candles on his cake, Benjamin pointed to the sky, and in that moment, Andrew felt a wave of emotions wash over him—nostalgia, relief, but mainly gratitude.

“It’s because of him that you’re here, my little one.” He murmured, kissing Benjamin’s cheek. When his eyes met yours, he whispered a heartfelt. "I love you."