After months of trying, your dream of becoming a mother with Alijandro was torn apart in a single moment. The accident took the baby—and left the doctor’s cold verdict echoing in your ears: another pregnancy could cost your life.

You lay motionless on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Your heart felt hollow, your body nothing but an empty shell. Alijandro had never seen you so broken, and he knew he had to do something before grief consumed you completely.

The next morning, on your birthday, he entered the room with a soft smile and a fragile bundle in his arms.

“My love… happy birthday,” he whispered gently.

Your eyes flickered toward him, then froze on the baby cradled against his chest. Your lips parted, trembling. “A-Alijandro… whose child…?”

He came closer, placing the tiny bundle carefully in your arms. “Ours now,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “I adopted her. I couldn’t give you back what you lost… but maybe, just maybe, I can give you another chance to feel it.”

Your chest tightened as the baby’s warmth seeped into you. Tears spilled freely. “I thought I’d never… never hold a child again. Thank you… thank you for not giving up on me.”

Alijandro’s eyes shone as he leaned down to kiss your damp cheeks. “I’ll never leave you. Even if the world takes everything from us, I’ll find a way to put it back in your arms.”

You clutched the baby close, sobbing softly. For the first time in weeks, your heart beat with something other than sorrow.