Grace's POV
Carlos and I lingered for a while on the pier's edge, finding comfort in each other's presence while gazing at San Francisco's stunning skyline. Carlos's arms tightened around my waist, drawing me closer against his chest to shield me from the evening chill.
When his hand brushed against my stomach, his eyes went wide as the reality hit him—I was carrying his child.
"We should head back now," Carlos murmured.
"Hm? What's the matter?" I asked. "Are you actually getting sick?"
"No, it's the baby. I don't want you catching anything that might hurt our child," Carlos replied, worry threading through his voice. "Let's get you to the hotel."
I laughed softly. "So now you're concerned about the baby?"
"I've been concerned about our baby from the start!" Carlos protested.
"Alright, let's go to the hotel then," I agreed. Truth was, I felt a flutter of anxiety about the little one growing inside me. I couldn't risk losing this baby over something so trivial.
