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I looked over at Timothée, giving him a half-smile, which he returned. I went back to looking at the dirty and glossy grey-tiled floor.

- flashback -

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a mini-me or you in the house.." he asked hugging me from behind, "maybe within the next nine months?"

My face flushed red. He hadn't mentioned wanting kids so soon, but neither had I.

This was really out of the blue. We've had plenty of serious conversations.

They just never start with asking a straight forward or suggestive/imaginative question.

"I think so." I smiled, continuing to cut up the vegetables for dinner.

His hands followed to my stomach, going over it slowly and softly like there was actually something inside of there. Something that he wanted.

The smile on my face grew wider and I turned around to look at him.

I've been waiting for this exact moment.

"Are you saying you want a baby?"

"Yes," he nodded "but only if you do too."

I gave him a kiss. "I really want a baby too."

He pulled me in for another kiss. My lower back started to press up against the kitchen island. I was close to almost laying back on the table when he started kissing with more passionate and began to push me backward.

"Not here." I said and pulled away.

I reached behind him to turn off the stove, where I had a pot of chicken starting to boil.

"Forget dinner." I smirked and he carried me up to our bedroom.

That was the first night we started trying.
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A knock on the door startled me and pulled me out of my flashback. I turned around to see our doctor, Dr.Smith, walking in with two folders in one of his hands.

After trying constantly for a solid year, we have had no luck and, now, very little hope of ever conceiving a baby.

Timothée and I agreed to come and see a fertility specialist. We had some tests done to see if we could get an answer as to why I wasn't pregnant yet. Tests to see if there is something wrong with me, or something wrong with him.

"Hello," Dr.Smith said coming over to shake our hands "it's nice to see you both, again."

"Same to you." I said.

He sat down in his chair, out of the corner of my eye I could see Timothée staring at me.

He squeezed my hand, something he always does to calm me down and reassure me.

And I'm glad that he did. Because whether the results we're about to be given are good or bad, I'm already on the verge of tears when the only thing the doctor has said so far is "hello."

I do think I have the right to be sad, jealous, frustrated, disappointed and angry right now.

It can only take a few weeks for some to conceive. There are some who conceive after their first try. Some just conceive without even wanting to have a child in the first place.