We restarted the calendars after the first stillborn. It wasn’t the year of our lord if there wasn’t anyone watching over us. Arthur was born a year before the end and I guess we got lucky. No warning, no foreshadowing, one day; no more children. The pregnancies didn’t end, that was still possible, despite the heartbreak of birthing a child with no soul, we kept trying in hopes that one day their hearts would beat again.