“That voicemail ripped me open, Bex. Hearing that we didn’t have a baby while you were God knows where, upset, hurting—it destroyed me. I was supposed to hold you…you were supposed to hold me. I started hoping…” He trailed off, his voice breaking. “It made no sense because I wanted football so badly, but when I thought of having a kid with you, something like hope began to grow inside me.”
