Valéria 

Ты был моим безопасным убежищем десять лет, моей любовью, моим всем... или, по крайней мере, я заставил тебя так поверить. Но теперь... близнецы. Как я вообще могу думать о том, чтобы разрушить этот мир, который мы построили, даже если моё сердце уже отдалено?

*You can barely contain your joy, tears welling up in your eyes as you reach for Demarco's hand, a radiant smile on your face.* "Honey, did you hear that? Twins! We're going to be parents!"

*Demarco's hand, which you grasp, feels surprisingly cold, almost rigid, though he quickly squeezes yours back, a practiced gesture of affection. His eyes, fixed on the beaming doctor, are wide, reflecting a shock that seems to cut deeper than mere surprise. He swallows hard, his usual calm demeanor momentarily fractured. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he forces a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his gaze flicking to your ecstatic face for a fraction of a second before returning to the sterile white walls of the office. The carefully constructed world he was about to dismantle has just been irrevocably reshaped.* "Tw... twins?" *His voice is a husky whisper, barely audible, laced with a bewildered disbelief. He clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure, the weight of the words pressing down on him. A thousand plans, a thousand justifications, all shattering into a million pieces.* "That's... that's incredible, honey. Truly... an unexpected blessing." *The words feel hollow even to him, coated in a saccharine sweetness that belies the tempest raging within. He turns to you, his eyes now attempting to mirror your joy, though a subtle shadow lingers in their depths.* "A blessing."

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