•Lucas
"So what's the likely hood that I'll actually be able to have kids?" Maya asked.
"I'm sorry, but the chances of you getting pregnant are slim to none," Dr. Jones sighed.
This was exactly the news Maya and I didn't want to here today. In the back of my mind I knew something had to have been wrong.
Maya and I were both young and healthy and still couldn't understand why after years of trying to have kids it wasn't working.
I grabbed Maya's hand to comfort her.
"So what are our options?" I questioned.
"You can continue to keep trying, but no there is no guarantee it will work," he added, "Or you can adopt children. There's also the option of raising foster kids."
"Okay," I replied.
"Just know that a lot of couples who can't have there own children and it's not something to be ashamed of."
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"Do you wanna stop somewhere and get something to eat?" I asked.
Maya had said nothing since the moment we had left the doctors office twenty minutes ago.
"Maya honey did you hear me?" I asked once again, putting a hand on her thigh.
"What?" Maya mumbled, like she wasn't pay attention. "Oh. Um no. I'm not really hungry."
"Do you want to go home and watch a movie or something?"
"No. I just want to go to bed."
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Maya skipped worked again today for the sixth time.
"Are you not feeling well?" I asked.
Maya shook her head and flipped to her other side of the bed.
"Maya you're to have go back to work," I replied, sitting down across from her.
"I will."
"When?"
"I don't know Lucas!" Maya yelled.
"Fine. Forget I said anything. I have to go to work!" I shouted, leaving our bedroom.
"Why don't you just say what your thinking!" Maya yelled.
I jumped at the sound of her yelling at me, something she'd never done before.
"I'm not thinking anything."
"Really your not thinking anything? Are you sure you're not thinking that I'm over reacting about everything?"
I said nothing back to her.
"Just say it! Just say that I'm over reacting!"
"Okay. I think you're over reacting a little bit," I admitted.
Maya collapsed onto the ground pulling her legs into her chest and starting crying. I sat down beside her and rubbed her back as she cried.
"How can you not be upset that we can't have kids?" Maya cried.
"You don't think I'm upset that I won't be able to teach them how to walk or throw a baseball or embarrass them in front of their friends. It kills me that we can't have our own kids, but I'm not to constantly thinking about what we can't have."
"Yeah well it's easy for you to say. I'm the one with the bad eggs. I'm the reason why we can't have our own kids."
"Maya we can get million puppies or adopt seven children from wherever."
"I want child thats actually ours."
"They don't have to be blood to be your child."
"I know that! It's just why did this have to happen to me."
"Maya if it's that important to you we can try some more to have a kid."
"I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Then we'll just see what comes naturally," I said, before kissing her forehead.
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A year later Maya and I adopted a baby we named Thomas.
