"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" Amelia whispered. She wasn't surprised by his confession, but that didn't mean the words stung any less.
Bryan held up his hands in defeat and sighed. "I'm sorry Lia. I just can't. Not anymore."
Staring at the two duffle bags sitting by the door, she cleared her throat. "This is because we can't get pregnant isn't it."
Bryan followed her gaze to the duffel bags and back to her face. "I don't want to leave. I really don't, but I want kids." Amelia frowned knowing where he was headed, but he forced himself to ask again, "You really won't consider adoption?"
Her mouth opened slightly as though she was going to say something, but thinking better of it, she pursed his lips, shrugged, and looked away. Shaking his head, he walked to the door, grabbed the bags and walked out, carefully closing it behind him.
A small breath of relief escaped Amelia's lips when the door was finally shut and she was left alone in the small cottage they had shared for the past three years. Collapsing on the couch, she pulled the purple crocheted throw blanket up over her body, collecting the top edge under her chin and closed her eyes.
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Amelia woke to the slamming of the front door and in her attempts to jump up, fell to the floor in a tangle of blanket. Looking up she found herself staring at the grinning face of her best friend, Hailey.