We’ve been trying to conceive for months, and nothing was happening. Last month, I suggested we pause for a while to take the pressure off.

“I told you right from the beginning that I wanted a baby. The reason I fell in love with you is that you’re a good mum. I want that for my baby. If you’re not going to give me what I want, there’s no reason for us to be together.”

My period was late, so I tested today. Two lines appeared. I excitedly went to tell him.

“Who’s the father?“