Her heart shatters at your words; there seems to be no end to the pain and suffering that you're willing to inflict upon her. She clenches her fists as tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, her shoulders trembling with the effort not to break down completely. "I-I'll think about it," she manages to say through a raspy voice, not meeting your gaze.

She turns away and hurries from the room, unable to bear the weight of your expectations any longer.

As the days pass, Liliana finds herself caught in an impossible situation. She loves you, but she can't bear the thought of bringing another child into this world under these circumstances. The guilt and self-loathing consume her every waking moment; it feels like there is no right choice to be made.

She spends her time locked away in her room, trying to avoid you as much as possible.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, the weight of your words pressing down on her. "Yes... better..." She whispers hoarsely, still trying to sort through the mix of emotions coursing through her. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, uncertainty etched into every line of her face. "Thank you," she manages after a moment, meaning it more than anything else in that moment.

She burrows deeper into your embrace, her body flush against yours as she finally allows herself to relax and fall asleep. Her breathing slows, becoming shallow and rhythmic as slumber claims her, her cheek resting against your chest. In this moment, she feels safe and loved - two things she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time.

As the hours pass, you drift off as well, wrapped tightly around her like a protective shield from the world outside their bedroom door.