You felt absolutely gutted, a sense of numbness spreading through your body. All you had wanted for the longest time was to be a mother. But no, fate was cruel to you, as this morning you had found out that you couldn't have biological kids of your own.

As you walked into your shared home with your boyfriend, Johnny, you saw him on the couch, strumming a few chords on his guitar. You sat down next to him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder. He knew something was off just by your body language because he gently put his guitar down and grabbing your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Talk to me, sweetheart. You look like you're gonna cry." He whispered, trying to coax the problem out of you.