Flashback.

Ricardo and I were introduced to each other by mutual friends at the bar top, the night before my 22nd birthday. To this day, you can ask him exactly what I was wearing that night and then witness his eyes light up while he explains everything down to a T. I was intrigued the moment he looked my direction. He was so polite and he held conversation with me like we had known each other for years. We instantly elaborated on our shared passion for modded vehicles and I couldn’t tell you if we spoke for 30 minutes or an hour.. Time froze, and it was just him and I in the room that night.

Rick was the perfect gentleman. I was smitten. I would try to hide the butterflies I felt every time I saw him and then he later confessed that all he wanted to do, was impress me. My favorite story, is when he placed a sticker decal for a car crew I helped run, where his front license plate should have been, an easy reason for a cop to pull him over and write him a ticket.

We began dating and over dinner shared how we both wanted everything except marriage and more children. Ricardo has a son, and I have none. He then explained that he was so serious about it, that he had a vasectomy performed after his 1st and only child was born. I thought it was a joke, but it had no effect on me, we had just met, and who knew if he would end up being the man that I wanted to spend my life with. Turns out, he was.

We fell in love somewhere along the way and we both had no idea that the love we shared was going to change the way we wanted to live our lives, together. People all around us were announcing their pregnancy’s and it didn’t take long for us to start having baby conversations of our own. We instantly knew what we would name our boy or our little girl, and we spent hours in each others arms, telling short stories of what our baby would do and how Rick would melt at the sight of his little girl. We looked at each other and we knew that this was something that we wanted.

We never let go of the dreams for our own child, but we would soon find out that the AVM could possibly end my pregnancy, and also end my life.

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