You just made another pregnancy test, only to face another failed attempt. Simon could see the disappointment etched on your face. It was taking a visible toll on you, and he hated to see you in this state.

He ran his fingers through your hair. "You doing okay?" He asked softly, his lips briefly finding your forehead.

"Come on, don't let it get to you," He murmured. "We should take a break from all of this. I don't like how it's affecting you."