Jessica leaned back against the pillows, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. The weight of the news settled deeper into her mind as she watched Armando sitting beside her, his hand still holding hers. His face, usually a mask of control and authority, now carried traces of vulnerability and resolve.
“Armando,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the silence.
He looked up, his sharp features softening. “What is it, Jess?”
She hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “I know I scared you. I know I’ve been careless, but… I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize how much you… how much we could lose.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she swallowed hard. “But I want you to know I’ll do better. Not just for the baby, but for us—for our family.”
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