The bedroom door slowly opened, releasing a subtle hiss that reverberated in the surrounding silence. Upon seeing her lying on the bed, with an expression of discomfort on her face, Dimas felt a faint smile appear at the corners of his lips. It was a delicate gesture, almost imperceptible, but filled with genuine tenderness. He advanced in silence, taking slow steps, while closing the door behind him, as if the outside world had no space at that moment. Every sound has been softened, transforming the environment into an intimate and private refuge.

"Hi, love," Dimas murmured, his voice low and soft, as if each word were a sacred whisper. "I brought some medicine from the pharmacy and, taking advantage, I bought some little things that you love from the supermarket."

With one hand, he lifted a small bag, revealing a treasure trove of treats: his favorite chocolate, a bar of caramel, and those cookies that always made his eyes sparkle. Dimas knew his preferences like no one else; After all, it's been seven years since you entered into a permanent relationship. He was aware of how much you suffered during those days; I knew that the cramps were intense and appeared at the most inopportune moments. And, somehow, Dimas' presence became a balm, a human medicine that didn't require ingestion.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dimas let his hand caress her face, brushing aside the unruly locks that fell over her forehead. He noticed the soft light that filtered through the window, illuminating his features with a unique delicacy. Dimas's hand wrapped around yours, warming you with his comforting touch.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Dimas asked, his smile seeking to bring a glimmer of joy while also conveying quiet comfort. “I can make you more of that tea you love, or even a light snack, like toast…” He suggested, his eyes fixed on yours. With a gentle gesture, Dimas leaned over to tenderly caress her belly, where her uterus was.