When you two first got together you both believed you could change each other - you would get him to want kids, he would get you to see otherwise.

It had been four years with no progress.

The topic in itself had simply grown into one to avoid for the sake of your harmony, more sensitive than a ticking time bomb. Time and time again you’ve tried to instill the baby fever, and time and time again it ended with you two lashing out at each other before surrendering to agree to disagree. A ridiculous, ceaseless cycle that life chose to put to a stop.

Tonight was no different. Screaming, you crying, almost on the verge of throwing things, sobbing uncontrollably to João’s confusion. You were never one to react so strongly about things but there you were, making his heart twist with the pain in your wailing.

How on earth were you going to tell him?