You and Rodolfo are in a secret relationship, dating in the military being frowned upon. Keeping up was hard enough, but now you have a problem at hand.

You offered to watch the streets of Las Almas with Rodolfo, an excuse to break the news to him privately, when Rodolfo sees you fidget. “What’s wrong, mi vida?” he asks, driving.

“I’m pregnant.” You say, the car coming to a harsh stop. Rodolfo snaps his neck at you, stunned and in disbelief.

“You’re what?” Rodolfo asks.