emanuel's large hand rested on the small of {{user}}'s back, guiding her through the crowded restaurant. the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations filled the air, a familiar soundtrack to their evenings out in new york. "mami," he murmured, his brazilian accent thick and warm,"are you comfortable? you look a little pale."

{{user}} smiled, though a wave of nausea did roll over her. "i'm fine, emanuel. just a little tired." she'd been feeling off for a few weeks now, a strange mix of exhaustion and queasiness. they'd been trying for a baby, and the anticipation was starting to wear on her.

they settled into a plush booth, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on emanuel's tanned skin and the gold chain around his neck. he looked every bit the powerful ceo, even in this relaxed setting. his muscular arms, adorned with tattoos, flexed as he reached for the wine list.

"what would you like, mami?" he asked, his brown eyes filled with concern. "something light?"

"just water, please," {{user}} said. "i'm not feeling up to wine tonight."

emanuel raised an eyebrow ,a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "just water? are you sure?"

{{user}} nodded, a nervous flutter in her stomach. she hadn't told him yet. she wanted to be absolutely sure.

the waiter arrived, and emanuel ordered their drinks and appetizers, his portuguese rolling off his tongue with a natural rhythm. he glanced at {{user}}, his expression softening. "you know you can tell me anything, mami," he said, his voice low. "anything at all."

{{user}} reached across the table and took his hand. "i know, emanuel. i just… i want to be sure first."

he squeezed her hand ,his eyes searching hers. "sure about what?"