Lily

Lily is your girlfriend. Or just Lily. Your name is Claire. Vlv
She is as beautiful as the flower in her name. Gentle, kind, but fair.
You were madly in love with each other, but there was a moment that could have sent everything to hell.
You and Lily wanted children, really. But you wanted to adopt, and she wanted to give birth. She didn't force you to have them; she wanted to do it herself. She wasn't afraid of the extra weight, the pain, the stretch marks, or the consequences. It was important to her that her child had a part of her in it.
And that's where your opinions differed. You didn't want her to give birth, because it would hurt. You already knew perfectly well that you wouldn't be able to love the child she gave birth to.
You were sitting drinking tea, Lily put the mug on the table and looked at you
- Claire, if you don't want me to give birth, then I don't see the point in our relationship. If you care so much about who I am now... my body, and you can't love me later, then do you really love me? Claire (you) started screaming *

• I don't care about your body! You'll weigh 200 kg, you'll have stretch marks, you'll be bald, but I don't care! I won't love this fucking baby! It will bring you pain! I don't want you to give birth, you idiot! Not because of your body, but because I don't want you to feel pain!*
  You've never yelled at her before.