I had spent that couple of days with vomiting, dizziness, added to the deep sadness that nestled in my heart. Mauro, worried about my condition, convinced me to go to the doctor and although at first, I refused, after listening to him, I ended up accepting because in my fourteen weeks of pregnancy I had only gone for a check” up once, after I heard the news.

My brother called the health center himself and made an appointment with a gynecologist and, not satisfied with that, he accompanied me to my first ultrasound.

The doctor told me that everything was perfect, I had entered the fifteenth week, she sent me vitamins and gave me a couple of pictures of my baby's echo, both Mauro and I were excited.

As we left the clinic, he grabbed my face and kissed me, saying: "Princess of my heart, you make me the happiest man in the world, I'm going to have a nephew, I'm going to be an uncle! A son of my little sister, the youngest of the Madrid, I can't believe it! “He expressed his amazement.

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