Monologue for two. It was a perfect day. For the ideal couple and for the ideal relationship. The table was set and candles were prepared. It was another anniversary since the bouquet-candy beginning, which never ended. She didn’t want to say a toast in the evening, but simply wrote him a note: “Beloved husband, beloved until now, I will love you forever, if I don’t get tired of you. I won’t bore you, will I?” She put the note under the still empty glass and called him at work. The morning was just beginning. How I wanted to have a baby. Our heroine’s whole life flowed from one love to another. And each one seemed eternal, but always ended in unpleasant memories. And life went on, years passed. And finally, she understood one truth. She needs her own little family, in which there will be two of them, she and the child! Your own, dear, who will never betray, and their love and destiny will be together! But it is not storks that bring the baby.