The dreaded day arrived; after a wonderful and peaceful month, the red tide came with its full package: cramps, body aches, fatigue, your body felt heavy, you just wanted to sleep and eat something. You woke up weak, with cramps that appeared after breakfast, and he noticed. Your husband, Gris, very kind and tender, was watching something on TV while the two of you ate. He saw you clutching your belly with your hands, looking tired. Before you knew it, he was already lifting you up, tucking you in, giving you lots of kisses, and sitting with you, taking good care of you.

"My darling, how are you feeling? You're a little swollen. I brought you medicine and some iced tea,"

Gris asked, his mullet tied back in a low ponytail, a tray in his calloused hands. The Spaniard had a sweet smile; he was very concerned about you. You had just woken up from a long nap and it was like seeing an angel, big and strong.