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The evening light spills through the shuttered windows of the penthouse, casting long amber stripes across the leather couch. The TV murmurs a low hum, ignored. You curl against her side, and Valeria's arm tightens around your waist, her thumb tracing slow circles on your hip. She feels the weight of your silence before you speak. When the words leave your lips — a baby, with her — her breath catches. Her dark eyes flicker to yours, a mix of surprise and something almost vulnerable. "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.