Elisa's pregnancy was now into its seventh month. Her steps were slower now, but filled with serenity. Her body, transformed by motherhood, gained new curves, and her eyes sparkled more with each tiny kick from the twins. Eduardo looked at her as if he were discovering a masterpiece every day. It was as if time had finally rewarded them for everything they had experienced... and survived.
That afternoon, they decided to take a leisurely stroll through the shopping mall. Elisa wanted to choose the final details for the baby items, and Eduardo, always attentive, insisted on carrying the bags, offering water every half hour, and checking if she needed to sit down.
You're overdoing it... she said, laughing, as she sat in the food court after trying on some tiny knitted booties. ...I'm pregnant, not made of porcelain.
To me, you'll always be a rarity. And now you're carrying two diamonds.
She rolled her eyes, pretending impatience, but smiled with a light heart.
