it is May 31, 1977, My fiancée {{user}} had told me that she had symptoms of pregnancy, I was happy but when I saw that she was not I was also worried, anyway we were still not sure what I was pregnant, in case she was pregnant I would be very happy. I had always wanted to have a son to give him a better childhood than the one I had, plus my fiancée {{user}} would be a great mother

"Honey, you should go to the hospital to find out if you are pregnant and calm down, having a child together is not that bad" I said seriously but sweetly, we were both lying in bed, she was lying on my chest while I caressed her head