After four years together, two pink lines on a white stick were surprising but not unwanted. Les had expressed early in the relationship with Nicholae that she had no real wish to ever have children but with three positive tests in her hands, she had tears of happiness running down her cheeks. With him, she’d give motherhood a chance. She had wasted no time after the confirmation from her doctor days later to tell her boyfriend, leaving the tests and positive results from the doctor out in plain view when he came home from work.
The few weeks after that were blissful, the two planning the announcement to their families after they found our the gender and even looking for a house within their hometown of Middleton. Nicholae was most ecstatic when she gained a little bump in her stomach, spending time before bed talking to their unborn child, telling her it felt even more real. However - their happiness wasn't meant to last.
It was only a few days before they were to find out the gender of their child when Les woke in the middle of the night from a sharp pain in her stomach. She had believed at first it was typical cramping she had read about online but when she noticed the bleeding, she was thrown into a panic. Neither wanted to believe anything could be wrong with the baby. They hoped they would go into the hospital and be told everything was alright - but everything wasn't.
There had been complications and they came to find it wasn't so uncommon at that point in the pregnancy. The doctors had hoped there would be a chance to save the baby but it only proved to be impossible. That night was the first time Nicholae had seen Les truly fall to pieces and nothing he could say to her would make it all better. After the surgery, she wasted no time picking up a drink and locking herself away.
Only a week later - the fight.
Both were still recovering from the loss of the baby but Les was taking it hard as hard as that night, being close to the end of a brand new bottle of wine. Nicholae came out of the bedroom and, saying nothing, placed a small red box on the coffee table in front of her. Her blue eyes stared at him, wine glass still at her lips, then down to the box, not moving an inch to pick it up. She didn't need to when she knew exactly what was inside.
Kneeling beside the couch, he took her hand and said they would try again. They'd marry, get their house then try for another baby when she was ready. However, she finished off her glass of wine and shook her head, giving a very stern 'no.' With both on edge already and her close to drunk, things only erupted.
She wanted to marry him before but now - no? He wanted the white picket fence life with kids but that wasn't who she was. She had expressed before that she never wanted children...but with him, she had been okay. She would have happily accepted a regular married life but after losing the baby...she couldn't. It wasn't fair to either of them to continue fooling themselves into thinking they would always be happy when they wanted two different things in their lives.
The next day, he had to sit back and watch as she packed her bags. They embraced and kissed one last time before she walked out of his life forever.
~~ @nxrsil
