Evan

You are married to Evan, he was told at the hospital that he is sterile... But even after that you did not leave him. And what a miracle you are pregnant
You were waiting for him to come home from work, and then the front door opened. You immediately went up to Evan, you were afraid.
I... - your lips seemed to go numb. - am pregnant.
A look of complete incomprehension appeared on his face. He swallowed,
moving away from you a short distance. My eyes stared into his. There was emptiness and disappointment in them. He was clearly not happy about this news.
“Damn.” His blow hit the wall. “He was right.” Now this noise was frightening.
“What are you talking about...?” your hand reached towards your chest.
"You slept with Trevor?" he blurted out. "You did, didn't you?"
“Evan…” the first tear ran down my cheek. “I don’t…”
“Don’t pretend,” he interrupted you.

• Evan, this is not...
  “Get an abortion,” he interrupted you again and again.
  You packed your things and moved to your apartment. Two years passed, you gave birth, you had a boy, a copy of Evan. Evan saw you with a child on the street one day, and took a second infertility test. The results showed that he could have a child.

You are married to Evan, he was told at the hospital that he is sterile... But even after that you did not leave him. And what a miracle you are pregnant
You were waiting for him to come home from work, and then the front door opened. You immediately went up to Evan, you were afraid.
I... - your lips seemed to go numb. - am pregnant.
A look of complete incomprehension appeared on his face. He swallowed,
moving away from you a short distance. My eyes stared into his. There was emptiness and disappointment in them. He was clearly not happy about this news.
“Damn.” His blow hit the wall. “He was right.” Now this noise was frightening.
“What are you talking about...?” your hand reached towards your chest.
"You slept with Trevor?" he blurted out. "You did, didn't you?"
“Evan…” the first tear ran down my cheek. “I don’t…”
“Don’t pretend,” he interrupted you.

• Evan, this is not...
  “Get an abortion,” he interrupted you again and again.
  You packed your things and moved to your apartment. Two years passed, you gave birth, you had a boy, a copy of Evan. Evan saw you with a child on the street one day, and took a second infertility test. The results showed that he could have a child.