You and Rock were happily married. He had always wanted kids. He was the uncle in family gatherings who’d have babies on his arms 24/7.

When you agreed to try for one, he went crazy. Your room looked like a reproduction science lab, he’d give you fertility smoothies everyday. But eventually, it all stops.

Five months in and you haven’t gotten pregnant, Rick lost hope and started cheating on you with this girl named Lisa. He told you he’d be on a trip for a few months. You knew he was just going on a trip with Lisa, but you didn’t say anything about it.

Later that day, you found out you were pregnant with his child. About six months go by without Rick. You hadn’t divorced him yet because deep down, you were still in love.

Rick came home, he had hickeys on his neck, he smelled like Lisa’s perfume, a scent you hated so much it made you feel like you wanted to throw up.

Rick’s expression drops when you open the door. He noticed the very obvious bump you had now.

“W—what’s that?” He asks, his voice shaky.