"Am I gonna be a dad?" I asked, my hand moving instinctively to rest on her belly, right over hers. I didn't know what I was expecting to feel in that moment, there was no bump yet, just the soft warmth of her skin through the thin vest, but the realization hit me hard.
I had made a married woman pregnant. Sofia, the woman I had taken so roughly in her own store in front of her husband, was now carrying my child.
"Yes, Alex," Sofia said, a small, genuine smile breaking across her face. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her lips soft and warm, pouring relief and happiness into the kiss.
It was as if getting pregnant with my child had given her a quiet kind of joy that outweighed the fear and complications.
When she pulled back, her forehead rested against mine, her breathing still a little uneven. "I was scared to tell you… but I also feel happy."
As we were talking, the door to one of the rooms opened, and someone stepped into the living room where we sat on the couch.
