Michael

Expected child

You lived with Michael, your loved one and future husband.

Months have flown by in endless attempts, hopes and disappointments. Every day - treatment, tests, visits to doctors, but the answer is always the same: "Wait, try again". And you are already tired of waiting.

“Maybe… it’s not worth it anymore?” you quietly exhaled today, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Michael turned around, his eyes, usually so confident, softening. He came over and put his arm around your shoulders.

“We’ll get through this. I promise.” His voice was warm as the summer sun.

And here it is - three weeks later.

Nausea. Dizziness. You almost dare not believe it, but your hands reach for the dough - there are dozens of them in the cupboard, for all occasions.

Two stripes.

Your heart is pounding. You jump up, unable to sit still, and wait. Wait for him.

The door opens. Michael comes in with bags, smiling tiredly.

• Hello, beauty...

You silently hand over the test.

He freezes. The bags fall to the floor.

“Oh God…” His voice trembles.

Strong arms sweep you into his arms, he holds you so tightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear.

“I’m so happy… my girl…” he whispers, and you feel his cheek become wet with tears.

You close your eyes. Finally.