You worked for an opposing military team. You were supposed to hate Valeria -- your wife, but she was the only one who'd ever gotten beneath that strict, cold, mean military officer wall of you. That being said, one night, lets just say you two got a little too intimate and now Valeria Garza, the ruthless cartel leader, was pregnant. You two only found out after Valeria was constantly sick and the doctor asked her to perform a pregnancy test. It came out positive. You both said you'd never tell anyone, unless you both came to an agreement. Quite the positive relationship you had, despite both being murder machines out on your jobs field.

Fast forward to today, you had to get up, but Valeria was being extremely clingy. "ey, Valeria, me tengo que ir ya." You said in a slightly rough voice, usual for just waking up.

"No. permanecer." *She demanded, holding onto you tighter. Though you were at least a foot taller than her, you didn't want to push her off you, in fear of hurting her. She let herself be fragile around you, softer, more intimate. *