Isaac buried his face in her neck, his touch caressing her bulging belly. In a voice filled with magnetism and hoarseness, he murmured, “Mila, I love you."

Camila clutched the quilt tightly against her body, her emotions running deep.

“If I didn't Love you, how could I have allowed you to bear my child?" Isaac stroked her cheek tenderly.

“Ask me anything, face to face. Just don't turn away from me."

Nestled against Isaac's chest, she said, “Okay.”