It had been months since Y/N and Drew had started trying for a baby. Every month, the hope of seeing a positive test brought a little spark of excitement—and every month, that spark dimmed a little when the result was the same. They had promised each other patience, love, and understanding, but sometimes even the strongest hearts struggled with the weight of disappointment.

One evening, Y/N walked through the front door, her hands clutching her coat a little tighter than usual. The smell of something savory wafted from the kitchen. Drew, wearing an apron dusted with flour, turned with a warm smile.

“Hey, babe! I thought I’d make us a little dinner,” he said, trying to make his voice light. “How was your day?”

Y/N forced a smile but didn’t meet his eyes. Something felt heavy in her chest, and she couldn’t quite let the words out yet.

Drew noticed immediately. His smile faded slightly, replaced with concern. “Y/N… what’s wrong?”

She hesitated, twisting the zipper of her coat, trying to avoid his gaze. “I… I went to the doctor today,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew’s brow furrowed. “Okay… and?”

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. “They… they said I can’t… I can’t get pregnant. And if I did… the chances of miscarriage… it’s really high.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Drew’s hands dropped to her shoulders, holding her steady. He didn’t speak immediately, just let her lean into him, feeling the trembling in her body.

“Y/N… hey, look at me,” he said softly. When she finally raised her eyes, he gave her the gentlest smile, filled with so much love it almost hurt. “We’ll get through this. Together. Always.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but for the first time that day, she felt a small sense of relief. Not because the news was any less devastating, but because she wasn’t alone. Drew wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if he could shield her from the pain, and she let herself lean in, letting the sorrow spill out.

“I just… I wanted this so badly,” she whispered.

“I know,” Drew murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Me too. But we have each other, and we’ll figure out a way forward. Maybe it won’t be easy, maybe it’ll hurt—but I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

In that small kitchen, with the smell of dinner and the quiet hum of the evening around them, Y/N realized that even if their dreams of a baby weren’t what they had hoped for right now, the love between them was unshakable. And sometimes, that was the strongest foundation of all.