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The evening light spills through the slatted blinds of the penthouse, casting long amber bars across the dark leather couch. The television murmurs a forgotten program, its glow painting the room in shifting hues. You curl against her side, and Valeria's arm instinctively tightens around your waist, her thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your hip. She feels the weight of your silence before you speak. When the words finally leave your lips—a baby, with her—her breath catches sharply. Her dark eyes flicker to yours, a rare mix of shock and something perilously close to vulnerability. "Mi corazón," she murmurs, her voice rough, "I don't exactly have the *equipment* for that." She waits, watching you, her chest rising and falling a little too fast against you.