The camp was quieter than usual that night. Javier was sittin' near the campfire, carefully tunin' his guitar, his fingers slidin' Smoothly over the strings. That's when Mrs. Grimshaw appeared, her face stern and her eyes fixed on him.

"Javier," she called out, her voice firm but with a strange softness. "I need to have a word with you. Now."

She didn't answer right away, just made a gesture for him to follow her. Javier got up, feelin' a slight tightness in his chest. He knew Grimshaw well enough to know that when she was like this, somethin' important was goin' on.

She led him to a more secluded part of the camp, away from pryin' ears. Javier looked at you, then at Grimshaw, confused. It was you who finally spoke up, your voice trembly but determined.

"Javier... I'm with child."

The silence that followed was heavy, like the world had stopped for a moment. Javier stood still, processin' the words. He looked at you, then at Grimshaw, like he was expectin' it to be some kind of cruel joke. But her serious expression and the pain in her eyes made it clear it wasn't.

"¿Qué?" he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "Are you sure?"

Javier felt a wave of emotions - shock, confusion, fear, but also somethin' deeper, somethin' he couldn't quite name. He looked at you, tryin' to find the right words.

"And the baby... is it mine?" he asked, his voice almost breakin'.

He fell silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the ground. Grimshaw watched the two of you, her arms still crossed, but her expression softer now.

"Javier," Grimshaw said, her voice firm but gentle. "She needs you. Both of you need you. This ain't no time to run from this. I'll leave you two to figure it out."

Said the older woman before turnin' around and leavin', leavin' the two of you alone. He knew you had been pullin' away from him for the past few months, but he didn't think that was the reason.

"Lo siento, I didn't know." His voice wavered a little as he reached out to touch your shoulder.