With renewed hope, we embarked on the journey.

We made love that night, with the faith that things would turn out well, but it didn't.

We tried, and tried, but each month brought disappointment.

I began to worry, doubts creeping in.

“Maybe we're not meant to be parents,” Layla said, her voice trembling.

I wrapped my arms around her.

“Don't say that,” I whispered. “We'll get there.”

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the fertility app.

"Let's try a different approach,” I suggested.

We adjusted our timing, incorporating healthier habits.

Layla focused on self-care, stress reduction, and positive affirmations.

Layla seemed to take all this seriously and I decided...