The apartment was tranquil after Leonel ended his phone call, a subtle sweetness in the air.
Pausing at the bedroom door, Leonel eventually entered and sat beside Alexis.
He gently ki*sed her forehead, reminiscent of her childhood slumber.
He watched her sleep before delving into his phone to research pregnancy advice, focusing on nutrition and prenatal care.
Absorbed, he didnât notice the time passing until evening hues filtered through the window, casting a soft glow.
Alexis stirred awake.
Gazing at him tenderly, she whispered, âHow long have I been asleep?â
Leonel leaned in, their foreheads touching.
âAround three hours.
â
He slid his hand under the quilt, softly caressing her abdomen.
âDoes pregnancy make you tired?â
She nestled closer, enjoying his touch.
âIâm just a little over a month along.
Iâm not really tired.
â
âThen should I have a look at your schedule for the next months?â
Alexis was really busy in the next few months.
She thought for a while and said, âIâll try to minimize my work.
â
They shared a laugh.
âHad I known, I might have skipped the vasectomy,â Leonel joked.
Resting against him, Alexis suggested, âYou could get a reversal.
â
She envisioned having just one child, and using contraception thereafter.
Leonel, silent, continued to caress her belly.
âWhat would you like to eat? Iâll cook for you.
â
âFish soup sounds good.
â
He ki*sed her.
âAlright.
Fish soup it is.
â
As Leonel prepared the fish soup, he took a moment to call Waylen, sharing the news of Alexisâ pregnancy.
After a pause, Waylen inquired, âSo, whenâs the wedding?â
Stirring the soup, Leonel smiled, âWeâll stick to the planned date.