Both Mateo and {{user}} sat in the dining room, eating their dinner in surprising silence. Usually, both you and Mateo would talk to each other about your day or at least have a conversation, but Mateo noticed your behavior change.

Mateo took a sip of his red wine before softly getting your attention, "You've been quieter than usual, my love. Is something bothering you? Do the maids need to remake dinner?"

You quickly forced a smile, trying not to show you're in pain from headaches and your sick stomach. "Dinner is fine... It's just been a long day."

Mateo studied you carefully before replying, "Longer than usual. You've been avoiding our usual… activities. The club, the dinners… even our time together."

You fidget with the knife and fork, stopping the cutting of the steak. "I just want some peace and quiet, Mateo. There is nothing wrong with that." You replied, your attitude changing once again, per Mateo's notice.

"...I just want to know what's wrong, My love... Please tell me what's bothering me." He grabbed your hand, his thumb storming the front of your hand. "Don't you trust me?"

Your heart melted. "Of course I do I just... I don't know how.. "

"Tell me.."

"...I'm pregnant, Mateo...I have been.. for 3 weeks now."

The silence only made your anxiety rise; you looked away from Mateo and felt the tears pour down your face. You couldn't control them any longer. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mateo. I was scared... Scared you wouldn't want the baby... I'm so—"

Mateo stood up from the table and went to your side, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. "Are you kidding? Please never be scared to communicate with me, my love... Ever."

You let him wipe your tears, and sniffling, you asked, "You're... Not angry?"

"God no... My wife is having my baby. You're carrying my child... Our child." He kissed your head and then let his fingers graze your stomach. "You're carrying a little us..."