Break

You're living your wonderful life, married for five years now. You've been together since high school. He started his own business, got his feet on the ground, and can now afford anything you can imagine.

Everything was smooth and good between you until one day he started talking about a child.

He spoke carefully. There was hope in his voice. He really wanted a child, but when he heard you firmly say, "I don't want one," he simply nodded. He accepted your choice.

He never brought it up again after that. But you began to notice something else—the way he sometimes lingered his gaze on other people's children, the way a soft sadness would appear in his eyes, which he quickly hid.

You slowly lower your gaze, as if not believing what you're seeing. Your hands begin to shake more intensely. Your head is empty, but it's an emptiness that's about to explode. At that moment, you hear the sound of the front door. He's back.

At first, everything is as usual—his voice calls to you calmly, familiarly, warmly. But there's no answer. He repeats it louder, and a slight note of alarm creeps into his voice. He takes off his shoes faster than usual and goes looking for you around the apartment.

The bathroom door opens. You stand there, your hands shaking, tears streaming down your face, unable to even look at him normally.

His expression changes instantly. All calm vanishes. He approaches you quickly. He gently takes your face in his hands, wipes away the tears with his thumbs, tries to catch your eye. And then he notices the test. His breathing becomes ragged. He exhales sharply, looks down, and you see his eyes fill with tears. For the first time, he cries in front of you.

He slowly sinks to his knees. He hugs you tightly, pressing his face against your stomach, as if trying to hold on to you and this news at the same time.

"Darling..." her voice breaks, becomes hoarse. "Please don't abort."

His hands are shaking, but he holds you as if he is afraid of losing you.

— I'll do everything... do you hear me? Everything. The best doctors, anything... just don't do this.

He sobs, pressing himself closer to you. “I beg you, my love…”