Five years of love, two years of heartbreak. Infertility was weighing on you, creeping into every thought, every moment—even Buck’s focus at work.

You and Buck had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. Hope was slipping through your fingers, and the thought of a future without a child was crushing you. After another exhausting day, Buck made dinner for the two of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. The sadness was too heavy, the desperation too overwhelming. A terrible thought crossed your mind—maybe Buck deserved someone who could give him the family he wanted. Maybe you should leave before he realized it himself.

Buck watched you, concern etched across his face. He reached for your hand, his voice gentle but firm.

“Honey… you should eat.”