love story ❤️ 💕

Episode 1 walking into the unfamiliar building, wonder what I am doing here .'I should don't be here;lthik to myself, but quickly, I set aside that thought. Against my gut feeling, I decided to come here.l drove an hour from home to come to this place ,I wasn't turning back now My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant for almost a year now, it was getting tiring. It was stressful on both of us ,mainly me. I had dreamed of becoming pregnant for so long , I on longer remember the days of not trying. I felt alone, my husband didn't seem as upset as I was ,thought he provided his shoulder for me to cry on every month when I saw the negative test. That was the only time I cried, and it was guaranteed to bring tears to my eyes My friend weren't going through the same troubles, so I didn't feel I could talk to them . I ended up finding a support group online to help me during "the wait." I had wanted to go to a fertility clinic to see if there was anything wrong;I was only 28 ,it shouldn't be hard for me to conceive, but my husband told me to give it a few more months and let nature do its thing. He was worried about us having to take medication in order to create something that was supposed to be natural. I guess I agreed, to some extent "Hi, you must be Sarah. " he says, reaching out his hand to shake mine. " Yes,hi , you must be jim. " I reply with a smile. He was cute.Dark hair and eyes like me.He wore dark jeans a suit jacket with a light blue collared polo shirt underneath . something my husband would wear. "Can I get you a coffee or tea?" he asks, pointing to counter behind him. The menu was overwhelming, I never understood the fancy coffee names and how to order it. "Um , sure. I'm still not quite awake, do they have just plain old coffee here?" I asked shyly. My small town girl was showing. We didn't have coffee house back home, just the variety store on the corner that slod what thye labelled to be coffee. "Of course. let me order for you" he said, suppressing a laugh It was wonderful morning outside, the weather was warmer than usual for a December day, still a chill in the air, just not the minus 20°C kind of chill. There had been no snow yet this year, which was odd but I wasn't going to complain. We sat by a window, enjoying our coffee and admiring the beautiful day. People were out walking their dogs and playing with their children in the prak across the street. children As usual, as soon as I noticed a child would get drawn back to my reality, the one where I don't have any. They looked so happy swinging on the big blue swing set, sliding down the curvy slide, laughing and jumping and running. Children are so care free. I would love to be a child again, just for one day to escape and unwind. "So, what made you agree to see me?" he asked. Right to it. I guess that is why I am here, to get to it, but I was enjoying my thought for the moment. I had to think of my reponse, I wasn't sure how to put it. "We," I started, " I guess I just want a child so bad. It is my dream to be a mother, and I am heartbroken every day when I wake up and realize my dream is not yet a reality. I cry every day. I have a deep longing inside me, which cannot be simply a deep longing inside me, which cannot be simply explained. you can only understand it if you have been in my situation." I answered. His eyes looked thoughtful, like he was truly feeling what I was feeling. "Why did you ask me here?" I asked quietly, suddenly aware we were in a busy coffee house. "I watched my wife die inside for 16 months while we tried and tried, only to be let down each month. I was not the one who was going to carry the child but I wanted our child just as badly. I may be a mam, but I do understand to some degree what you are feeling. I guess that is why I am here. I want to help. We went through the fertility treatment and eventually were successful. It was more stress dealing with the doctors." He looked at me for a reaction, but I wasn't quite sure how to react or what to say next. I knew why he was here. we had talked about it for the last month. This meeting had been booked for over a week. "What did you want to tell me"? "Your husband can't have children, Sarah." he said, regret in his eyes. pain even. "What? How could you possibly know that? I don't even know that." I answered. That was not at I don't even know that." I answered. That was not at all what I was expecting today. I thought we were meeting to.talk about the process of everything. How jim and his wife went from point A to point B. How I could have a baby, just like they did. "I didn't know at first if who I was talking online with was you are not through the group, so I sent you private messages to try and figure it out. I had heard your story before and you mentioned you were in a small town. I knew there was a good possibility I was talking to who I thought, so I had to find out. When I saw you walk in today I recognized you". "I am on Alex's hockey team. He talks about everything in the locker room". he answered, matter of factly while sipping his overpriced, fancy named coffee. Alex did play hockey league for him to be a part of in our town, so he drove an hour just to play hockey once a week. I went sometimes, but found it boring to watch. I wasn't a sports fan. This jim guy must have seen me in the stands or walking with Alex at the arean. I didn't recognize him, but all of the guys I saw at Alex's practice had helmets on. "So you are here to tell me that my husband, who talks about me in a locker room told you he can't have kids?" I asked, not really sure if I could believe everything he was telling me. "Yes." He answered simpy. I was curious. Why would he tell me this, What does it matter to him?. I toom a sip of the coffee he had ordered me. Not too bad, maybe a little strong for my taste. " So, go on. You could have easily told me that online, or in a phone call." I said, with a little too much attitude while I continued to drink my overprice' plain old" coffee. " I am very sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry." he said, holding up his arms, as if to say I'm not going to hurt you." I just want to tell you everything. My w6and I are both part of online group to support people who have, or are going through, similar problems to our own. We have been there, we understand. However, I hated seeing you on there when I know for a fact you should not be a part of that group." " What? you don't think I should