The next day, he underwent a vasectomy without hesitation, "Natalie, having you is all I'll ever need."

I didn't know when he reversed it—perhaps he had planned this all along. I thought I had steeled myself, but the bitterness was unbearable.

I turned to leave, unwilling to hear another word, but Tatiana grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. I instinctively shook her off and she let out a dramatic cry as she fell backward.

"Tatiana!" A gust of wind brushed past as Josh rushed over, his face filled with panic. He cradled her in his arms. "Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt? What about the baby? Are you feeling unwell?"

Once he confirmed she was fine, he finally turned to face me.