You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever
Jodi PicoultRoss held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.
Jodi Picoult