When tell doctor about your pregnancy or having child with your husband and doctor replies that you fine every time

Life settled into monotonous rhythm Desmond, your husband left for work early and returned long after dark you barely registered your own reflection disheveled stranger in mirror your attention consumed by anxieties overshadowed self-care you often paused hand resting on your belly wondering what child would feel like nestled there future you now doubted would be

One evening, Desmond’s done job he carried your favorite sweets his usual tired demeanor replaced by an almost frantic energy he showered you with hugs surprising abundance of affection that he didn't try to explain

As you settled together on couch, he looked at you, his gaze soft and hesitant he took a deep breath nervous smile playing on his lips “Honey” he began, “have you heard about that 'Listen Without Judgment' trend? It's everywhere on social media" he swallowed hard his eyes searching yours you nodded a silent invitation to begin “Well,” he continued his voice barely a whisper “it means I'm going to tell you something, and you can't judge me okay?”

You nodded again, your curiosity outweighing any apprehension he leaned A bit forward elbows resting on knees his gaze fixed on floor his voice trembled slightly as he confessed "Every time we've gone to doctor you've been surprised by their assurances everything is fine but truth is..you've been sterile I told them not to tell you"

A choked sob escaped him tears welling in his eyes he looked down his face etched with pain to meet your shocked disbelieving gaze "You can't have children my love You've been sterile all this time"

reality of his words crashed down, wave of disbelief and pain washing over you his tears mirrored your own unspoken grief shared sorrow hung heavy in livingroom