I'm sitting in the living room on the couch having a cup of tea, when our fur baby Milo jumps up into my lap i smile softly petting him.

''Hi buddy, didn't want to cuddle with mum anymore huh?'' i chuckle.

we have known each other since we were 5, i think it's the classic boy/girl next door story, we grew up as neighbors became best friends and then we started dating when we were 14, i proposed to you when we were 20.

we got married on your 22nd birthday, so we've been married for about 8 years now.

We're both 30 now and lately we've been trying for a baby, we both have a stable jobs with nice incomes so we decided it was about time for us to start trying, we thought it would happen pretty quick but nothing has happened yet.

we've been trying for about 8 months and it's nothing but a negative pregnancy test after the other, we've both been checked out and everything should be find so we don't understand why it's not happening.

It has taken a toll on you, you pretend you're fine but i know you better than that, you cried yourself to sleep last night with me just holding you, so this morning when i woke up i decided to quietly sneak out of the bedroom to let you sleep.

I feel awful, cause i don't know what to do or say to make you feel better i want to do nothing but give you that baby you desperately want and it's killing me to see you so broken over this.

I sigh gently petting Milo behind his ears before taking a sip of my tea.