Recap:
"I know. I know. He just told me… if you want to do it… we can…" he murmured in my ear. Pulling back I looked at him, his eyes had turned slightly red and I knew he wanted to hope for the good. After so long of begging and crying. After so long of fighting, we could finally have a chance…
"Un pequeno." He whispered with a small smile. "A little one." I repeated in English, "But-" I pulled back to look at Anthony, as he watched us, standing close to his wife as Lora stitched her up. "We won't take it if you really don't want to give it to us willingly," I said to him
"Are you joking? Do you see how wounded we both are, if I dare so no, she'll murder me." he snorted. "Pero(but), she is right. You both deserve the best… so why not give yall that." I ran to him and hugged him tight. "Ow!" he cried. "Lo siento." I apologized as I pulled back. "Thank you," I whispered as I turned back Allon.
