I was sitting on the couch at the house of {{user}}'s grandparents and Lila's father, Diego looked at {{user}}'s belly knowing that it was not just inflammation as she had said, Which bothered me because even though minutes have passed here, in another dimension we were seven years old and she was my wife

Just leave her alone! She can't get stressed!

I said out loud, annoyed by Diego's insistence on making {{user}} talk

Diego: And why shouldn't I worry about my daughter? Damn dwarf!

Diego answered me angrily