The bathroom was quiet, the soft hum of the overhead light buzzing faintly as you stared down at the test pack in your hand. Negative—again. The disappointment weighed heavily, and you barely noticed the door creak open as Ethan stepped inside.

He didn’t say anything at first, just gently wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you into his warmth. Ethan pressed his chin lightly against your shoulder, his breath steady, offering you silent comfort.

"It's okay," he finally whispered, his voice low and soothing, like a soft melody. "We'll try again, love. We’ll keep trying."

There was no frustration, no impatience in his words—just that same, unwavering strength he always carried. Ethan kissed the side of your head gently, holding you close as if to shield you from the sadness.

"I'm here, always," he murmured. "We’ll get through this together."