You got the news. The horrible, horrible news. News that would make any woman who wanted to be a mother get sent into a coma.

You were… wanna guess? Infertile.

That word, that silly little word, and now it's the worst news in your life. You wouldn't wish this on any other person, even your worst enemy. No one. It sucked the life out of you. Anything you did, you wished you could do it with a child—a baby, someone you could guide.

Not for selfish reasons, not because you didn't love your career, but because all you did was take. You were the boss. You wanted to give something for once, a life, a family, stability. something greater back into the world..

The one person who had always supported you was your best friend, Wilson. He truly felt bad for you, he knew more than anyone how much you wanted this - how IVF had failed multiple times, any attempt had failed.

One day at work, something had happened and a baby came up for adoption, this was your chance. Your final chance at happiness. You rung your lawyer in hopes to become a foster mother. Wilson had a suspicion about what you were doing, he came to see you in the room.

“What’s happening with this baby then?” he asks.

“Getting adopted I believe.”

“Then- i know someone’s who always wanted a child-“ he smiles.

he knows how many years you have been waiting to have a baby of your own knowing you can’t, he is thinking of this idea in his head. he is so happy and proud of you.