The rain hit the window as you sat reading on the couch. Dylan was coming home soon from work but you didn't know what to expect when he came home.
You two had a fight a couple of days ago and haven't been talking. You two really want a baby and have been trying for a while to get pregnant. But he found the pill in the bathroom a few days ago and when he asked you about it you said you were back on it, basically telling him that you've stopped trying to fall pregnant.
The door opened and in walked a sad, tired looking Dylan. You looked up from your book and met his eyes. He gave you a weak smile as you returned it, looking back down and reading your book.
You heard him walk into the bathroom and soon you heard something break and him groan. You got up and rushed into the bathroom, seeing him standing by the basin, his hand bleeding. The mirror was smashed and his hand was in a fist. You gasped as you realized he punched it, causing him to look up at you. His eyes were filled with tears and you walked up to him cautiously.
You reached for his hand, looking at the blood and glass on it. You frowned before starting to clean his wound. He didn't say anything but lifted his other hand up to wipe his tears, sniffling.
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Your heart was breaking at seeing him like this.
"I'm sorry", you barely whispered. He caught it and stepped closer to you as you concentrated on cleaning his wound. You took all the glass out and started washing the blood away.
"Why.. why didn't you tell me? We're married., that's what we're supposed to do", he says and your eyes fill with tears.
"I know.. I guess I was just scared about how you would react", you whisper and he frowns again.
"If you just spoke to me before you made the decision, I would have been understanding.. do you not want kids anymore?", he asks you and the tears fall, causing you to sob.
His hand was cleaned and a bandage put on it so he carefully placed his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You cried into his chest, wetting his shirt as he cried too. He moved you outside to the couch where you sat and cried it all out before you finally calmed down.
"I.. I do still want to have kids. More than anything and it kills me that I can't", you breathe out. He looks down at you and furrows his eyebrows.
"W-what?", he asks.
"I.. I went to the doctor for a check up about a week ago..and while I was there I was talking to her, asking how long it normally took for woman to fall pregnant. So after talking she decided to run some tests and do a sonogram..", you stop to wipe fresh tears away. Dylan moves closer to you, holding your hands in his.
"She.. she came back to tell me.. that I have an inhospitable uterus.. I can't have babies", you cry out and fall into Dylan's lap. He rubs your back, but you can hear him crying as well. You look up and see the tears running down his face as he wipes them away. You scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He cries against your neck, his arms holding you tight against him.
"I'm so sorry", you say after a while. He looks up at you and cups your cheeks, making you look into his eyes that are red and puffy.
"You have nothing to be sorry about", he says but you shake your head.
"I do.. I should have told you sooner then we wouldn't have fought..", you tell him but he kisses your lips softly.
"You were hurting and I just wish I could have been there for you", he says and you climb onto his lap.
He rubs your back as you play with his hair, you two are quiet for a while, just looking at one another.
"I.. I understand if you don't want to be with me.. I know how much you want kids and now I can't give you..", you start saying but he cuts you off.
"I'm not leaving you. Ever", he tells you.
"I want to have kids with you. That's what I want. Just kids with you. So I don't mind if we have to adopt or have a surrogate.. as long as we raise that little dude or little girl together.. I'll be happy. Yes it sucks.. I'm so sorry that we can't make a baby of our own..", he says and wipes your tears as you do the same to him.
"But I love you. I will always love you and when we get our baby.. I know we'll make the greatest parents and we're going to love them with all our hearts", he says and you finally give him a small smile.
"I love you", you whisper.
"I love you", he says and kisses your lips.
"I'm sorry again..", you say as you pull back a bit but he shakes his head.
"I understand you were hurting and scared.. it's okay", he says and you rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your neck, causing you to smile against his chest.
"You and me baby", he says and you hug him close, before lifting your head and kiss his lips again. He starts kissing you more passionately and grabs your ass.
Soon you're making love and when you've come down from your highs, he kisses you lightly on the lips.
"I love you. And I'll always be here", he says against your lips, smiling softly at you.
"I love you Dyl", you say smiling. He kisses you again before you both go to sleep.
A couple of months later, you take a home pregnancy test after you've missed your period. You know it is just a false alarm since you can't have babies but Dylan made you take one just in case.
"Babe? You alright?", Dylan asks from outside.
"Yeah..", you say as you wait for the result.
"Can I come in?", he asks.
"Yeah", you say biting your nails. He comes in and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
"If.. if it's not.. I'm sorry", he says but you look up at him.
"Don't be. Who knows what will happen", you say and he smiles down at you, kissing your lips softly.
The timer goes off and you face the test.
"I can't look..", you say and hand it to Dylan. He takes a deep breath before looking at it. You watch his reaction and frown when he doesn't show any emotion.
"I knew it..", you say and run your hands through your hair.
"We're pregnant", he says softly.
"What?", you say.
"We're pregnant!!", he says louder and lifts you up.
"You reach for the test and see that it indeed says pregnant. You squeal and hug him closer.
"Lets... lets go to the doctor to make sure", Dylan says and you nod.
And later that day you and him are squealing and celebrating because you are pregnant. It's a miracle and in 8 months, you and Dylan will have your own little miracle.
