After returning to the Holy City, Dulcina Calvo had no contact with Esteban Zaragosa for several days.


    Dulcina Calvo is watched by Mother Dulcina all day long, even when she looks at her cell phone, Mother Dulcina wille over and look at it, seemingly unintentionally, but Dulcina Calvo has the distinct feeling that her mother is watching her so that she has no contact with Esteban Zaragosa.


    She had no opportunity to contact Esteban Zaragosa, who also seemed to have a “tacit” agreement not to contact her, and as time went by, Dulcina Calvo felt increasingly insecure and even imagined that Esteban Zaragosa was going to break up with her. She even thought that Esteban Zaragosa was going to break up with her.


    On Friday night, Dulcina Calvo returned from a long day in the hospital and Mother Dulcina cooked a sizzling meal.


    “Wash your hands,e eat, then I’ll tell you something.”


    “Mom, what’s wrong, why are you so happy?”


    “We’ll talk about itter at dinner, at dinner.”


    During the meal, Mother Dulcina kept ribbing Dulcina Calvo: “Eat more, you workte every day, you’re losing weight, you don’t look good”.


    She was thin, but her face was still baby-faced, where was the thinness in her face, “Mom, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?”


    “In thest few days, I’ve been to the park to dance, and I’ve met some good friends, one of whom, his son just returned from overseas, a returnee, and coincidentally, like you, a doctor! He’s five years older than you, and his mother says he’s a good caregiver.”


    Dulcina Calvo’s face fell when she heard it: “Mom, why are you looking for a blind date for me again?


    The fragrant food in front of me suddenly didn’t taste so good.


    “Just to meet up, like a normal friend, not that you have to meet up. I’ve already promised someone, so you should go out tomorrow Saturday and not stay home watching TV.”


    Dulcina Calvo put down her bowl and frowned, “Mom, I don’t want to go.”


    Besides, she has a boyfriend and Esteban Zaragosa is now a free agent, howe they can’t be together?


    “You’re a child, the other party is in a very good position, if you leave, they might not even see you.”


    Dulcina Calvo puffed out her little mouth and said angrily, “It’s not that I want him to look at me.”


    “Why, girl. I don’t care, you have to go tomorrow or it’s rude to let it go. I’ll give you the addresster.”


    Dulcina Calvo resisted in vain, sighed and took a few random bites of her food, unwilling to eat and not daring to resist too vigorously for fear of provoking her mother again and raising her blood pressure.


    Dulcina Calvo was so helpless for a while that she didn’t know who to vent to, so she sent a WhatsApp to Estre Berrocal.


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    Estre Berrocal had just finished eating and Paulita was chopping fruit with her phone when she received a WhatsApp from Dulcina Calvo, Paulita handed it to her with her two little hands, her little milk voice quivering, “Estre, Aunt Dulcina has sent you the WhatsApp now”.


    Estre Berrocal stroked the little boy’s head, “Let’s see.”


    Dulcina Calvo said that her mother had asked her to go on another blind date, but she was already with Esteban Zaragosa, but the family had never approved of them being together because of Esteban Zaragosa’s divorce.


    Estre Berrocal did not know how to help her and sighed softly.


    Paulita blinked her big eyes and asked, “Estre, why are you sighing and what’s wrong with Aunt Dulcina?”


    “It’s nothing, Aunt Dulcina has rtionship problems.”


    “Gee, I’ve been fighting with that creep Angelo Herrantely too.” Paulita said with a small peak.


    Estre Berrocal, momentarily intrigued, asked with a faint smile, “What’s going on with you and Angelo?”


    “Angelo Herran kept pulling my braid and I got angry and told him to stop pulling my hair, but he kept ignoring me. ”


    Estre Berrocal almostughs out loud at the seriousness of the little girl, reaching out to caress her daughter’s cute little face. “Angelo Herrán is angry because you shared the bear cookies with brother Rayman Matas, which means you like brother Rayman Matas better, and that’s why Angelo Herrán is angry. ”


    Paulita wrinkled her little eyebrow and looked at Estre Berrocal with big teary eyes. “But I would have liked to y with brother Rayman Matas, and Angelo Herrán always annoys me.”


    Estre Berrocal, seeing how innocent and cute her daughter was, reached out her hand and nudged her little nose: “Our Paulita is still very small, she will understand when she grows up”.


    Paulita pursed her lips, “Anyway, I wouldn’t want to y with Angelo Herrán, I don’t even want to talk to him if he ignores me!”.


    Estre Berrocal had a dark thought in her mind, she didn’t want to pay attention to Angelo Herran, and kept talking about Angelo Herran in front of her ah.


    …


    After Estre Berrocal helped Paulita with her bath, the little girl put on a scented children’s body lotion and returned to her nursery in her little pajamas.


    Estre Berrocal holds it, a little tired.


    “Why don’t you let Felipa bathe Paulita, you’re so big and you don’t get tired?”


    Adán Rouco suddenly appeared behind Estre Berrocal, startling her, and the little woman turned to look at him with wide, teary eyes. “What are you doing here and why are you walking quietly?”


    Adán Rouco reached out and touched her waist, his gaze resting on her bulging belly.


    It’s been six months and her belly is starting to swell like a balloon.


    The man’srge hand, unable to resist, went to her abdomen and gently caressed it.


    Estre Berrocal lowered her teary eyes and looked tenderly at her abdomen, her small hand on the back of his.


    “Honey, do you hear?”


    Adán Rouco took her in his arms behind her back, kissed her thin lips on her ear and asked her softly.


    She tilted her head and gave him a starry-eyed look, her eyebrows arched, “Honey kicked me a moment ago when I was bathing Paulita. ”


    “Doesn’t it hurt when he kicks you?” The man frowned slightly.


    Estre Berrocal said amused: “My darling has very little strength, how is it going to hurt, Adam, you touch him, maybe he will sense you and give him another kick”.


    The little woman took hisrge hand and pressed it again to her belly. Adán Rouco touched her half-heartedly, getting no reaction, and led Estre Berrocal to sit on the edge of the bed, where he knelt on one knee on the carpet and rested his side ear on her round belly, listening intently.


    Estre Berrocal could not help but smile when she saw the serious and grave countenance of the good apprentice: “Did you hear that?


    “Not yet.”


    The man’s expression was serious, as if he was not making a fetal movement, but working on something very important.


    After a good while, Estre Berrocal didn’t feel her sweetheart kicking her again, so she said, “I guess my sweetheart got scared of you and stopped kicking.”


    Just as the words left her mouth, Estre Berrocal’s belly moved gently.


    Adán Rouco sensed it naturally: “It seems to be moving”.


    Estre Berrocal looked up at him, her small hands on his shoulders, and saw a magical look creep into his eyes, a smile that softened the corners of her lips.


    Adam seemed to look forward to the arrival of this child even more than she did.


    “Adam, another maternity visit tomorrow.”


    “I’lle with you tomorrow morning.”


    Adán Rouco lifted her nightgown and his thin lips kissed her stomach. Estre Berrocal, a little ticklish, shrank back and kicked him in the shoulder with her foot, which was grabbed by the man’srge hand around her ankle.


    It was then that Adán Rouco saw that his feet looked a bit edematous and frowned slightly, “Why are they swollen?”.


    “It looks like pregnancy, I don’t know why.”


    Adán Rouco took her feet and ced them on hisp, patiently massaging them, “Is that better?”


    “Hmm.” Estre Berrocal looked at him for a long moment and suddenly asked, “Adam, what if I swell up into a ball?”


    When she gave Paulita a bath today, she saw herself in the mirror, a little swollen and in a somewhat poor state all over.


    “I can hold it even if it’s swollen like a ball. Don’t be afraid.”


    “But it’s puffed up like a ball and it’s ugly.”


    “You weren’t much prettier before.”


    Estre Berrocal has the wind in her sails: …


    So, if he didn’t think she was pretty, why did he marry her?