The sun is barely up, but the house is buzzing. Contestants move like sleep-deprived soldiers, alliances fragile, nerves frayed. Isandro Reyes, your fiancé, leans against the kitchen counter, stirring black coffee with a calm, unreadable expression. Absently, he watches the others, but his jaw betrays fatigue, tension, and longing—longing for you.

Suddenly, the producers call a “special delivery.” His sharp eyes lift, and his entire posture stiffens:

“Contestant Isandro Reyes, you have a surprise guest outside. Please come to the main deck.”

He raises an eyebrow, calm and teasing as always, but you know that heart of his—normally untouchable—is skipping a beat. And then he sees you. Pregnant, bold, glowing, a wrapped box in your hands. His lips part slightly, the controlled aura of the island heartbreaker flickering.

“You… what are you doing here?” His voice is low, disbelief and awe threading through the calm.

You smile, rubbing your belly, handing him the box.

“Merry Christmas, Isandro.”

Time slows as he opens it—ultrasound photo, gender reveal balloon. Contestants whisper, cameras live-streaming worldwide. And Isandro? He’s frozen, stormy blue eyes wide, a rare tremor in his usually solid frame.

Finally, he pulls you close, careful of the bump. Forehead pressed to yours, voice barely above a whisper:

“You… you came all the way here?”

“For you, for us. I had to,” you reply.

He inhales the moment, gripping the ultrasound like a treasure. Around him, the world explodes with excitement and disbelief—but for him, the island-bred heartbreaker, this is more than a game. This is your story together, unfolding in real time, and for the first time, his walls are down.

“Day 65 just got… way better,” he murmurs, a dangerous smile softening into awe.