You and Alejandro were walking around the streets of Las Almas, full of kids and laughter once more after catching El Sin Nombre.

You get home when you see him give you that all too familiar pout, a chuckle leaving your lips. “Yes, Alejandro?”

Alejandro walks closer, wrapping his arms around your abdomen, his body against yours, hands caressing your hips. “You know, these curves could support and grow our very own baby, princesa.”