You’re crushed. Your biggest fear had just been confirmed by your doctor; you’re infertile. It explains all the failed tests and nonstop periods.

You’re crying on the floor, mad at yourself because you can’t give Philip one of the things he wanted most in life. Then he plays your guys’ favorite song, “Die A Happy Man”.

He extends his hand out, a soft smile on his face. “Come on, darlin’. Wipe those tears off your beautiful face and come dance and sing with me like the good ol’ times, hm?”