It was now two years later. Josie was about to celebrate her fourth birthday, and she was in preschool. Jack and Rose were both in love with her. She had beautiful blonde ringlets and a bright smile. She still loved to dance, and she was a very happy child.

Rose still wasn't pregnant. She and Jack had been trying for two years now, and she had lost hope that it would happen for her. But she wasn't sad for herself. She was sad for Josie, who desperately wanted a sister, and Jack, whom she wanted to give a son.

Jack had tried to encourage her. "Come on, sweetheart, it'll happen, it will," he said with a bright smile. "It'll happen when we least expect it," he rationalized.

Rose didn't want to hear it. She truly believed that Josie would be her only child. And it made her sad. However, at the same time, she was grateful that this infertility happened after she already had a child. She was still a parent.

Emma had also had some issues, and now she had a one year old son, Joshua. Daniella, had issues as well, and was still struggling to get pregnant.

But now it was Josie's birthday, and it was time for Rose to smile and proudly watch her daughter celebrate. "Are you okay?" Jack asked.

Rose came to her senses. She was sitting on the couch, looking out the window. "I'm okay. I promise."

Jack walked over to Rose and kissed her. "I hate seeing you like this," he said.

"Like what? I'm fine," said Rose.

Jack sat down next to her and pulled her closer to himself. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Just take me somewhere where we can be alone. I just need to be with you for a few minutes all alone. Just us."

Jack called Emma to come and watch Josie. Once she came, Jack and Rose said goodbye to Josie and went to sit in the car. Jack drove to the beach, where they sat in the trunk with some blankets.

Jack put his arm around Rose. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

"I don't know." Rose looked down at her hands. She couldn't look him in the eye. Rose started to breathe heavier, tears started sneaking up into her voice. She turned her head into Jack's chest. She started to cry.

Jack just let her cry it out. He fought the urge to cry himself. He didn't need another child, he really didn't. But he knew how much Rose wanted it. He knew how upset she was that she couldn't do the one thing she thought women were supposed to do.

Finally, she was done crying. "The worst part is that I feel bad about feeling bad. I have a wonderful husband and daughter that I love. And yet, I can't stop thinking about what I don't have. I can't just be happy with what I have. How spoiled am I?"

"You're not spoiled," said Jack, kissing the top of her head. "And I really do believe what I said. It will happen for us."

"And the worst part is, I'm not a happy person anymore. I'm not the person I was before we started trying. I bet Josie notices that I'm not as happy as I used to be."

"Rose, it's okay not to be happy all the time. If you were, you'd be setting Josie up with abnormal expectations of what life should be. You're showing her that it's okay to be upset."

"Regardless, it's decided. I'm going to put this aside. I'm thankful to have you and Josie, and that's all I need."

Jack was lost. "What are you saying?"

Rose sighed. "I'm saying, let's stop trying. We have a lot of sex. If we have another baby, we have another baby. If we don't, we don't."

"Is this really what you want?"

Rose put on a fake smile. "Yes." Jack seemed to not notice, but he still pulled her against himself and kissed her.

It was a few hours later. Josie's birthday was pretty much over, but Rose still had one last surprise for Josie. She had a chocolate cupcake (Josie's favorite), and she brought it out with a little candle. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Josie, happy birthday to you!"

Josie smiled brightly, and she made a wish before blowing it out. "What did you wish for?" Jack asked. Rose was now sitting on Jack's knee.

"Am I allowed to tell you? Doesn't that mean it won't come true?" Josie asked.

Rose laughed. "Well, if you tell us, maybe we can get it for you."

Josie smiled at her mother. "I wished for a sister."

Rose looked down and felt the tears building up behind her eyes. Jack noticed her sudden sadness. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back," said Rose, her voice quivering.

She walked away, and Jack wanted to follow her, but Josie was sitting there. "Did I do something wrong?" Josie frowned.

"No, sweetheart," said Jack. He motioned for Josie to sit on his knee, and she obliged. "But sometimes, we really want something that we can't have."

"Is that why Mommy's upset?" Josie asked.

"Yes, it is," said Jack. "You see, as much as Mommy wants to give you a sister, it's really hard for her. She can't give you a sister, at least for now."

"So should I stop asking?" Josie asked. She seemed really worried about Rose.

Jack sighed. "Maybe for now, sweetheart," he said. "Mommy loves you so much, and it makes her sad that she can't give you what you want."

"Should I go say sorry to her?" Josie asked. "I don't want to make Mommy sad."

Jack kissed Josie's little forehead. "No sweetheart, you don't need to do that. Just maybe tell Mommy how much you love her, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," said Josie. She put her head against Jack's shoulder.

Finally, Josie had fallen asleep. Jack carried her up to her bed, and then went to check on Rose. He got to their room and he found Rose with her red damp eyes closed. "Rosie?"

"It just hurts, Jack. It hurts." Rose cried. Jack slip up next to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"What do you want to do? We can keep trying, we can adopt, we can do whatever you want. Just tell me what you want to do and I'll make it happen."

"I don't know," said Rose, rubbing her eyes. "For now, can you just hold me?"

Jack kissed the top of her head. "Of course, sweetheart."