A/N: Hello everybody! This is my second time writing a multi-chapter fic for That '70s Show. Perhaps I should give you a bit of a set up.

Eric and Donna both attended the University of Wisconsin, where Eric majored in education, and Donna majored in journalism. They got married in the summer of 1982. They have sinced moved to New York and live in an apartment downtown. Eric is a third grade teacher, and Donna is a writer for Spin magazine. Red and Kitty still live in Point Place, and Eric and Donna visit them as frequently as possible. They have been trying to have a baby for nearly two years.

Small warning: this story is going to get rather dismal and heartbreaking at times. Regardless, thank you for reading, and I hope that you enjoy it.

February 18th, 1986

It was a bitter and dreary winter morning. Donna and Eric were rushing around their loft, making sure that they had everything ready for their days.

"Honey, where's my briefcase?" Donna yelled from upstairs.

"It's down here, sweetie. Hey, can you help me tie my tie?" Eric replied.

Donna, dressed in a black pencil skirt and pressed white top, descended the staircase. "I can't believe that you're 25 years old and still don't know how to tie a tie,"

"Well, maybe I do. Maybe I just like it when you help me." Eric winked.

"Why would you like that?" Donna asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it turns me on in a peculiar way." Eric looked at his wife with raised eyebrows.

Donna laughed. "You're so weird," She kissed him as she finished tying his tie. "Remember, we're going to the fertility clinic when I get home from work."

"Damn it, I forgot about that," Eric cursed. "Are you sure that we have to do this?"

"Eric, we've been trying to get pregnant for a year and a half. We need to make sure that everything's alright down there." Donna explained.

"But what if it's not okay?" Eric inquired nervously.

Donna took a deep breath. "I don't know. I don't want to think about that right now. I have a big meeting today. Let's try to stay positive."

"Okay," Eric agreed. He kissed his wife once more before heading off to work

Later that day

The air in the doctor's office smelled of human specimen and sorrow. Eric and Donna sat in the waiting room, squeezing each other's hands until they lost color. They had been sitting here for nearly two hours. They didn't want to leave until they knew the results of their tests. They sat in silence, both too afraid to say anything. They gazed into each other's eyes with deep looks full of worry and comfort.

'It will be alright,' they telepathically told themselves.

"Mr. and Mrs. Forman, they're ready for you now," the nurse broke them out of their trance. They tried to relax before entering the room. Their bodies were quivering with nerves.

Their doctor sat in the dingy room with a giant white clipboard. "Ah, Eric and Donna. It's such a pleasure to-," he started.

"Look Dr. Patrick, I don't mean to be rude, but we're really on an edge here. Can we just hear our results?" Eric said uneasily.

The doctor sighed and ran his fingers through his graying hair. "There's no easy way to say this. It's very unlikely that you will ever be able to naturally have a child together."

Eric and Donna's hearts sank in unison. "Wh-what do you mean?" Donna asked.

"Well Mrs. Forman, it appears that you are very fertile. But Mr. Forman, your sperm are not very active. In the sample that you provided, several of them were not mobile at all."

Eric had a look of shock on his face. "So, what does this mean for us?"

"It means that there is still a chance that you can conceive naturally, but it is very low. You should still try, but it's likely that you will never have kids." Dr. Patrick explained.

"So, that's it? There's nothing we can do about this?" Donna inquired.

"Well, it's still possible that one of those little guys will make it through. I would continue to have sex on a regular basis. But it might take years before something happens. I'm sorry." Dr. Patrick advised.

As the news completely sunk in, tears began to roll down Donna and Eric's faces. They couldn't have a baby. They couldn't leave a piece of themselves for the next generation. They couldn't provide grandchildren for Kitty to gush over. They couldn't have somebody to love and cherish.

They walked out of the office with broken hearts and damaged spirits. This was the worse that either of them had felt in a long time. And at that moment, there was nothing that they could do to fix it.