Soap sat on his bed at base, stroking your head and kissing your temple. The negative pregnancy test in front of you both taunting you, plaguing your marriage.

You had been trying for a year now, each test coming back with another failure.

“Dinnae worry m’love, it’ll happen.”

What Soap didn’t know is the call you had from the doctor, after your fertility test.

“Nae you’re sulkin’, what’s wrong?”