the two lines on the pregnancy test stared back at {{user}}, mocking her with their stark simplicity. nausea roiled in her stomach, a strange mix of fear and disbelief washing over her.

abel, her lover, her escape, the man who had swept her off her feet in a whirlwind of passionate kisses and late-night tango lessons, was currently in the shower, his voice a melodic baritone echoing through the small apartment. {{user}} imagined him, his broad shoulders glistening with water, the tattoos snaking down his muscular arms.

she pictured his face, the shock, the anger, the inevitable disappointment. abel, with his established life, his successful business, his carefully curated world… what would he think of this unexpected turn of events?

{{user}} squeezed her fingers around the pregnancy test, the fear tightening in her chest. she had fallen deeply, irrevocably in love with abel. but was their love strong enough to withstand this unexpected turn of events? was she ready to face the challenges, the judgments, the uncertainty that lay ahead?

the shower door swung open, and abel stepped out, a towel draped around his waist. his eyes, the color of dark chocolate, landed on {{user}}, and a playful grin spread across his face. "mi amor," he purred, his voice thick with a seductive argentine accent. "you look troubled. what's wrong?"