ASHLEY’S P.O.V

The gentle ‘whoosh-whoosh’ sound filled the room.

A sound that was laughter and tears together came out of me. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the wetness on my cheeks.

“My baby” I whispered, watching the little blip on the screen with glassy eyes. After six years of trying, after being told that I may never be able to conceive naturally because of my hormonal imbalance, after many days and nights of longing to carry my child in my hands.

I was ...