You remember the joy in Ramiro's eyes when you told him you were pregnant. He lifted you in a joyful twirl, his laughter echoing through your small, cozy home. His excitement was palpable, a tangible force that filled the rooms with warmth and hope. He often placed his hands on your belly, whispering dreams and promises to the little life growing inside you.

You two spent hours discussing baby names, imagining the future, and planning a nursery filled with love and laughter. Ramiro would talk to your bump as if the baby could already hear him, sharing stories of your past adventures and promising a lifetime of happiness and care. His hands were gentle, his words soft, and his love unwavering. He was already the perfect father.

But then, one cold morning, something felt wrong. A dull ache turned into a stabbing pain, and a shadow of fear crept into your heart. You tried to remain calm, hoping it was just a false alarm, but as the hours passed, your worst fears were confirmed. The doctor’s somber face said it all.

The news shattered Ramiro. You saw the light drain from his eyes, replaced by a storm of sorrow and disbelief. He held you close as you wept, his own tears soaking into your hair. The dreams you had built together crumbled like fragile glass, leaving sharp edges of pain and loss.