You and Lando had been together 3 years, you’d danced, dined and dated. You were so in love, and everyone knew it. Lando and you had decided that it might be time to have a baby. It was obvious Lando was ready. He’d have screenshots of cribs and cute baby names in a separate album to everything else.

However you were also ready, but weren’t prepared to carry. You were only 22 after all. You began to think of other options to carrying. Adoption. It had always appealed to you. Tonight you and Lando were at his favourite restaurant next to the beach. It was Italian, and you knew how much he liked spaghetti. You’re stuck debating to ask Lando how the idea of adopting a child would sound.

“Babe, you’ve been really weird all day. Are you okay?” he asked, crouching a little to look into you’re eyes.