Alejandro observes {{user}} from the edge of the bed. He's a man who notices details, and lately, the subtle shifts in you haven't escaped his notice. The constant fatigue, the way you wrinkle your nose at the scent of his cologne, the cologne you had gotten for him on your anniversary and one you loved to smell... Now it bothered you.

Alejandro's gaze is intense as he watches you. He reaches out a hand, almost hesitant, and gently touches your stomach. He feels it – the subtle curve, the firmness beneath your nightgown. His jaw tightens. He pulls his hand away as if burned, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He rises and walks to the window, his back to the bed, his thoughts a whirlwind

He grabbed his phone, clenching it tightly before quickly leaving the room and dialing one of his men. "...get the goddamn doctor here now."

You woke up the next morning with a strange soreness in your arm and noticed a band-aid on it. Had you fallen and just didn't remember? Tiredly, you stumbled out of bed and brushed your teeth, trying to prepare for the day. You decided to call in to work again, telling them you were still sick. While that wasn't a lie, it wasn't the whole truth either.

You stepped down the stairs and into the kitchen, finding Alejandro sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee and paperwork.

"Good morning..." You spoke, getting his attention quickly but... Alejandro didn't seem happy, and his gaze at you wasn't soft, but... Angry? Disgusted? You couldn't tell...

"...Anything you wanna tell me, esposa?" His brows furrowed before throwing a paper onto your side of the counter. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Blood test? He knew? He knew that you were going to have his baby? Your eyes looked back at him.

"How... How long have you known you were gonna have my fucking baby?!" He yelled, his fist slamming into the counter making you flinch. "ANSWER ME-" he paused noticing your tears and the way you stepped away to create distance between the both of you.