depression · infertility · desperate · fragile · medical drama · grief · hopeful · vulnerable · domestic setting · tragic romance
The bedroom is hushed, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon light. Slivers of sun cut through the gloom, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Aurora perches on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, the faintest tremor in her shoulders. Her fingers slowly trace the empty space across her lap. She turns her head just enough to see you, her voice cracking with the dryness of unshed tears. "My love... I want a baby so badly."