It wasn’t easy.
It was never easy. But it was my everything.
Nick, my husband, had a different dream. He wanted a son… wanted it more than anything else in the world.
“Picture it, Ava,” he’d say, eyes bright with excitement.
“Teaching him to throw a curveball in the backyard. Rebuilding an old Chevy together on weekends. That’s what life’s supposed to be about.”
I wanted kids too, eventually.
But I also wanted to keep the life I’d worked so hard to build. My schedule as a family doctor was brutal. I had to juggle 12-hour shifts and emergencies that didn’t care about dinner plans.
My patients needed me. And if I’m being honest, our mortgage needed me more.
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