The scene was a mix of submission and triumph; one lowered his stance as the other stood proud.

Alexis watched the interaction with a hint of envy. As they headed back to the car, she remarked, "Mark and Cecilia are really close."

After speaking, she covered her mouth, her face turning pale.

Leonel, concerned, asked urgently, “Are you sure it's just from the run? Should we go to the hospital?"

Resting against the back of her seat, Alexis felt some discomfort.

"I might have overeaten. We don't need the hospital," she said weakly.

After a moment's thought, she added softly, "I can't be pregnant anyway."

Concerned by her condition, Leonel reached out, touching her face.

“Your face feels cold. We should visit the hospital.”

Alexis' protests were to no avail.

Leonel insisted on taking her to the hospital.

At the gastroenterology department, the doctor inquired about her symptoms, and then glanced at them, asking casually, "You two are a couple, right?"

With a slight pursing of her lips, Alexis confirmed, "Yes."

The doctor then said, "Head to the gynecology department for a check-up."

Bewildered, Alexis protested, "But that's not possible."

The doctor, with a knowing look, advised, “I'm the doctor here. And I know what I'm doing."

Alexis had more to say, but, Leonel, sensing her hesitation, guided her out. He masked his concern with a forced ease.

Outside, Alexis murmured, “I can't be pregnant, not since you-"

Leonel reassured her with a gentle pat. "Just wait here. I'll find you a doctor."

As he turned to leave, Alexis clutched at his clothes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Leonel... if... if I am really pregnant, would you want the baby?"