VIOLETA
I am on a call with Fiorella. She is the one who called me to check how I am doing with my pregnancy, and I am yet to tell her that things are back to normal, and I am back together with Pablo. I have my phone on speaker while I put my makeup on. I kind of left a few things of mine here.
Pablo, my man. He really scared me last night and I don’t know how I managed to stay strong for him when he showed me his weakness. Who would have thought that men could cry, not just any men but a big bear like Pablo? I am so glad that he was not afraid to show that side of him to me. I am glad I was the one who was there to comfort him.
“Are you going to be okay on your own, Leta? I can come with you,” Fiorella says, insisting to go with me to the hospital for my sonogram.
“That is very k
