We tried everything: fertility treatments, injections, endless doctor’s appointments.
I still remember sitting on the bathroom floor after yet another negative test, crying so hard I could barely breathe.
But every single time, Andrew was right there beside me. Every time, he held my hand and told me everything would be okay and that one day our dream would finally come true.
I don’t know what I would have done without his support.
And then a miracle happened.
I finally got pregnant.
I was holding that test with two lines on it, and Andrew practically carried me around in his arms for half the day.
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