Livia's injured hand had been bandaged, and the mess she had made had been cleaned up. Livia sat on her bed, looking at her bandaged hands with remorse, as images of what had happened earlier flashed through her mind.
Santiago walked in and sat beside her, calling out, "Livia."
Livia raised her head and slowly turned to face Santiago.
Santiago pushed back a strand of her hair and inquired, "Are you okay? If you want me to stay here with you, I won't mind."
Livia asked with a smile, "Really? You would leave your job and come here to be with me."
"Yes," Santiago replied, and Livia laughed and hugged him, thinking, 'Thank goodness, I still have Santiago wrapped around my fingers, I still have the upper hand, Lola will be out of his life for good.'
"Are you hungry?" Santiago asked as he pulled away from their hug.
"Yes, I am," Livia replied, gently tapping her stomach.
"I can't wait for you to come out," Santiago said, touching her stomach.
