Solidify the bond

Abby sat on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, surrounded by a sea of discarded pregnancy test kits. Her hands trembled as she stared at the last one, hoping—praying—that it would show the result she so desperately wanted. But as the seconds ticked by, the single line on the test remained unchanged, mocking her with its starkness. Not pregnant. Again.

Her chest tightened, and she felt a wave of frustration and despair wash over her. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She had planned everything so perfectly. She had stopped taking the pill months ago, timing everything meticulously. She wanted to give Remo a child, to solidify their bond in the most undeniable way. A baby would ensure he would never leave her; it would keep them connected forever. But no matter how hard she tried, the result was always the same.