Javier grimaced to see you in such a bad state. You were wrapped in his jacket (he had demanded to give it to you), and he had also curled you up with warm blankets. But that wasn’t enough to take away the uncomfortable feeling of pregnancy.

"My poor girl." He took some curls off your face with love. "So grumpy and small."

You looked at him in disgust. The baby had been kicking too much, and whatever you ate, you threw up. Javier was very worried. He was excited about the baby’s arrival, but seeing you so badly made his heart shrink.

"The next baby we’ll plan better." He tried to comfort you with that and a smile.

You took his hand off your face. He laughed fondly.

He put his guitar on his thigh and played some chords. When the baby kicked too much, the only thing that helped was the music.

"De la Sierra Morena, cielito lindo, vienen bajando..."