You and Wilbur had been married for several years now, and without marriage came that maternal want eventually.

You’d asked about it, knowing Wilbur was hesitant about kids considering his parents had been divorced growing up, and you both agreed to take it slow, but it had been a while since then.

Eventually, after several long long talks about you and Wilbur and Wilbur’s music career and streaming and everything else, you both decided to try, and try you did. You tried hard, both wanting this, more than anything right now.

Negative.

The words seemed to mock you as you sat on the toilet, looking at the white strip in your hand, angry and teary eyed, Wilbur gently knocked on the door, stepping inside and kneeling to hug you.

“Negative?” He asked.

You had been getting nothing but negative tests for months now, and it was draining and exhausting on both of you, the excitement you felt every time you wanted to know, the hope for a baby.

Yet nothing, the only thing that came instead was your period and bitter disappointment.