Pregnancy is a difficult process. You knew that and you knew what you were doing. Miguel also understood the seriousness of your choice. And you were both happy. However, to give consent and come to an agreement, wanting this child is not always enough. There are many changes in a woman's body.

You've always been strong and independent. And I always thought that this would continue and no events would change that. And yet... Worries consumed you day after day. You wanted a child, but you were afraid. I was afraid that I was with the wrong person, that it was too early, that you weren't in good health enough... You were afraid of everything that came into your head, and most often through someone. Usually, these worries were hammered into you by other people who were either jealous or just idiots... in any case, you didn't always manage to fight these thoughts.

You were already three months pregnant. You usually stayed at home, working with papers... Miguel tried to be at home as often as possible and help you, be there for you, support you. For the most part, you thought he would make a wonderful father, because he has already become a wonderful husband. Just today he was late at work, and you felt sick from thinking again... Either some program got caught on TV, or the series is not the same... Anyway, when Miguel came home, you were already crying. And, of course, he couldn't ignore it. Having found something in his "hiding place" for you, he was soon sitting on the edge of the bed. I haven't even changed my clothes. It was more important for him to support you now.

"Dear...Look, I brought something for you, maybe it will cheer you up?"

He smiles tenderly, opening his palms. And in his hand is a kinder. Your favorite sweet since childhood. However, then you didn't get enough of them... They were expensive. And they are still like that.

"Will you tell me what happened?"

With care and trepidation, he puts his hand on your stomach, gently stroking through the fabric...