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Emilio nodded, understanding that this was not easy for me. His thumb gently stroked my hand as he gave it another reassuring squeeze.
"Take all the time you need," he said softly, "This is a lot to digest."
As he spoke, he leaned a little closer, his gaze fixed on mine. His eyes, filled with warmth and unwavering support, held mine captive.
"Griselda," he continued, "You don't have to be worried. Whatever it is, whatever you're going to find out, I'll be right there with you every step of the way."
His words resonated deep within me, and I felt a flutter of emotions stir in my chest.
Emilio's reassuring words struck a chord within me, making my heart flutter. Memories of my early dilemma regarding the pregnancy flooded my mind. Could this be the moment to share this secret?
The words sat on the tip of my tongue, yearning to be set free. I took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to share the news that had been weighing me down for so long.
"Have you eaten?" he asked as he stood up.
I knew this was the moment to tell him, and so I grabbed his hand and stopped him. He looked down at me, concerned.
Nervousness overwhelmed me as I stood, struggling to find the right words.
"What's wrong?" Emilio asked, his brows furrowing in concern.
I struggled with my words, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I have something important to tell you," I managed to say, the nervousness nearly choking my words.
He looked at me, concern deepening in his eyes. "Is everything alright?"
I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself.
"Everything is... well, not fine. But it’s ok… and it's important," I stammered, feeling the weight of my confession pressing on me. "I just don't know how you'll react, but I hope... I hope you'll be happy and maybe... feel the same way as I do."
Words stumbled out in a frenzy of nervous energy. I was tripping over my thoughts, struggling to articulate what I wanted to say. Emilio's reassuring presence encouraged me to continue, but the fear of how he would react knotted my tongue.
"Take deep breaths," he encouraged, and following his lead, I calmed my racing heart back down.
A chuckle escaped him, lightening the tension. “Feeling better,” he asked, a playful tease in his voice, attempting to ease the moment.
"The thing is," I began again, my words jumbling together, "I wasn’t sure when would be a good time to tell you, so I waited, and maybe I waited to long to tell you, and now I’m worried."
Emilio's eyebrows pulled together, a mixture of confusion and concern on his face. He gently stroked my arms, trying to soothe my anxiety.
"It’s going to be okay, whatever you have to tell me.” He tried to hide a smile by pinching his lips together tightly, but the jest in his eyes gave him away.
I nodded, still feeling the adrenaline-fueled ramble bubbling up.
"Yes, okay. It’s going to be okay. I just, um, wasn’t sure, you know, how you'll take it, and maybe it's not the best time since you’ve had a very long day yourself, with the reading of your father’s will, and … how did it go with the best…I mean bequeath," I shook my head, “the bequeathment?” And suddenly I was quiet and looking at him, waiting for his answer.
Emilio's eyes widened in utter bewilderment at the whirlwind of words coming his way. He wore a helpless smile, a mixture of amusement and understanding, gently taking hold of my forearms and steadying me.
"Griselda, calm down," he said softly, his smile a balm for my nerves. “Come, let’s sit.” He guided me to the couch and, sitting down first, took me on his lap.
I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my scattered thoughts.
"Sorry, I'm just... nervous. I'm not sure if there's ever a perfect time for this kind of news. I mean, when I first found out, I was like-.”
Emilio gently interrupted, his tone soothing.
"Breath," he said, modeling more calming breaths.
