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Arnulfo gently brushed a strand of hair from Valentine’s face, his fingers lingering for a moment as if to assure himself she was really there. “You know,” he began softly, his voice carrying the weight of a quiet confession, “I didn’t think I’d ever have this, Valentine.”“This?” Valentine asked, tilting her head to look at him, her expression curious."This… peace," he said, his tenderness and shadows by his past reflected in his eyes. "For so long, I have been fighting, scheming, surviving. It is all I have ever known. But with you, Valentine, I feel there is more in life than mere survival. You make me want to be better."She reached up, her hand caressing his cheek. “You are better, Arnulfo. You’re not just surviving anymore, you’re building something. Something real. And I’m proud to be a part of it and now we are having a baby.”Her words brought a rare, genuine smile to his lips. “You’re more than just a part of it,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re the reason for it.”They

Her words hung heavy in the air, dark with an ominous shroud. Victoria began to churn on plans in her mind, how she would put a fine cutting edge to all her hunger. The time had come to wait; if her father thought he had her chained to some estate, so be it that he was just delusional. And when Arnulfo thought he built a life between chaos and peace and that he actually did, was a fool too.She got up, returning to her desk, precise movements carrying her away. She flung open the drawer, reaching inside to find a blank notebook and a very shiny black pen. It was a strategic anger this time, planning and building herself up. As the strokes flowed onto the paper, she wrote her comeback: names, places, weaknesses – everything she could gather in these years flowing into pages like snake venom.Maybe in their minds, Arnulfo and Valentine won this small battle; however, the war was Victoria's preparation. And when she strikes, it'll be sure she will not make them see it coming.As the sun

It was midnight. Moonlight came filtering dimly through the curtains of the bedroom. Arnulfo slept undisturbed with deep and gentle breathing. But Valentine lay wakeful, feeling hunger cramps and with all her faculties upon one fixed sense of a great desire.She wriggled a little, trying to dislodge it. For all she knew, she didn't even want the cool, creamy mint ice cream dripping with sweet strawberry jam. The very thought of it made her mouth water and she sighed before rolling over to face Arnulfo."Arnulfo, my love," she whispered, lightly poking his shoulder. He did not respond so she prodded him once more, harder this time. "Arnulfo, wake up."He groaned softly and opened his eyes with a languid blink as he turned to her. "Valentine? What is it?" His voice was slurred with sleep, and immediately his face clouded with worry.She gnawed her lip a little, becoming suddenly ashamed. "I am sorry to wake you, but. I want something."He reached over and levered himself up onto one elb

The faint groan of the door opened for Diego to slip back in once more. Grave but determined was his face.“Boss, I’ve reached out to a few of our old allies,” he said, his voice steady. “Some are hesitant to get involved again, but others… they’re hungry for payback. They’re ready to stand with you.”Carla’s smirk widened. “Good. And the supplies?”"We have a lead," Diego said. "There's a shipment coming into the docks in a few days. Guns, ammo, everything we need. It's risky, but if we play it right, it'll give us a huge advantage."She nodded, her mind already spinning with plans. "Risk is a luxury we can't afford, Diego. If we want to rise again, we have to take it."After a little pause, the loyalty he showed her versus concern, "And Victoria? If she hears anything.""Good, let her. She is far too busy scurrying to cover under daddy's thumb and hide. She's won this little battle but the war?" Diego nodded slowly and bowed his head in the correct manner of showing understanding, "

The soft light streaming through the nursery window dappled a warm glow throughout the room, casting it across the pale pastel walls and the early outline of what would be their baby's haven. Valentine sank back into the rocking chair, her fingers mechanically tracing patterns across her growing belly. Arnulfo sat cross-legged on the plush rug, sorting through a small pile of baby clothes with an air of quiet contentment."Look at this one," he said, holding up a teeny onesie with the words Mommy and Daddy's Miracle embroidered in delicate script.Valentine's face lit up with a tender smile. "That's perfect," she said softly, reaching out to touch the fabric. "Every time I see something for the baby, I am suddenly plunged into these vivid thoughts, imagining who they will be. What their laugh will sound like, what their little personality will be like.".He carefully placed the onesie down in the pile and went to his knees beside her. "They're going to be great, Valentine. Just like t