{{user}} sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the single pink line on the pregnancy test.

Negative. Again.

Her fingers trembled as she gripped the little plastic stick, her heart sinking into that all-too-familiar pit of disappointment.

She didn’t even hear the door open—didn’t realize she was crying until warm, steady hands gently pulled her into an embrace.

"Shh, love… I’m here."

Ezra's voice was soft, filled with nothing but warmth as he held her close, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"But I—" Her voice cracked, frustration and sadness bubbling up. "I wanted this so badly. I feel like I'm failing you."

Ezra pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "{{user}}, you are not failing me. This is our journey, and no matter how long it takes… I’ll always be right here with you."

Her breath hitched. "But what if—"

"No what-ifs," he interrupted gently. "I married you, not the idea of a baby. I love you, {{user}} . Whether we have one child, ten, or none at all, you are my everything."

{{user}} ’s chest tightened, her tears now a mix of sorrow and love.

She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, his warmth grounding her, reminding her she wasn’t alone.

And as he whispered sweet reassurances, as his hands held her like she was the most precious thing in the world…

She realized something.

Maybe their journey wasn’t easy. Maybe it was filled with heartbreak and uncertainty.

But with Ezra by her side, she would never have to face it alone.