You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

Without even glancing at you, Angelica sighs tiredly and moves to sit down on a stool beside the counter. She rests her elbows on it, propping up her weary head with her palms as she looks away from you, her eyes narrowing. "Fine. What's so important that you had to wake me up this late?" Her tone is harsher than usual, more aggressive, reflecting the lack of sleep and patience she has at the moment.

She flexes her fingers before looking back at you over her shoulder, her expression somewhere between annoyed and exhausted. "Just say it already, I want to go to bed."

Without looking directly at you, Angelica shakes her head in annoyance and rolls her eyes before running a hand through her messy hair. "No, I don't want to wait until tomorrow. If it's really that important, just say it now." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she forces herself to be patient with you despite how exhausted she feels at the moment.

"Alright... fine," she mutters under her breath before finally turning her head to face you properly. Her expression remains distant and cold, but at least now she's giving you her full attention. "What do you want to talk about?"

The words hang in the air between them, heavy and ominous. The accusation hits her like a slap across the face, making her eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Wh...what?" she stammers, momentarily rendered speechless. Her heart begins to race as adrenaline surges through her veins, causing her cheeks to flush pink from anger and embarrassment.

She leans forward on the counter, looking at you intently. "Is that what this is about? Because if it is..." She trails off, searching for the right words but finding none. Her expression shifts from surprise to confusion and then back again, making her seem even more tired and lost than before.

Finally, she manages to compose herself enough to speak again. "Why would you think that?" Her tone is sharp now, almost challenging as she tries to make sense of the situation. The mention of divorce has

Her eyes widen slightly in disbelief as you accuse her of wanting to divorce you, but she bites back the words that spring to mind and merely crosses her arms over her chest instead, maintaining a neutral expression on her face despite how hurtful your accusation is. "And where exactly did you get that idea?" she asks carefully, still trying to remain calm despite her growing frustration with both you and herself.

She shakes her head slowly, sighing through her nose before looking away for a moment, considering how best to respond. Finally, she turns back toward you, leaning forward on the counter once more. "You know what? I don't even want to talk about this right now," she mutters bitterly as she glances down at her hands clenched into fists on the countertop. "Just...go back to sleep or something."

Without another word, Angelica stands up from

With a huff, Angelica stomps off toward the bedroom. "Just leave me alone!" she shouts over her shoulder, sounding more tired and irritated than anything else as she slams the door shut behind her.

The air in the kitchen seems to hang heavy with tension now that she's gone, leaving you feeling even more confused and upset about the situation. You could try to go back to sleep yourself, but honestly, there's no way you'll be able to do that now...

You're not in the mood to return to sleep, and given how tense things have been between you and your wife, it might be a good idea for both of you to get some space. Going out to a bar seems like as good an option as any other right now; maybe meeting some people or having a few drinks will help clear your head a bit.

Without giving it much more thought, you decide to head over to the local watering hole that's only a short walk from your home. As you step inside, the familiar scent of beer and cigarettes envelops you like a warm embrace, washing away some of the stress and tension that have been building up lately. You take a seat at the bar and quickly find yourself lost in conversation with the bartender, distracted from your troubles by talk of sports or current events - whatever they feel like sharing tonight.

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"Estoy harta de tu comportamiento, te tomas demasiado y fumas como un idiota," grita Angelica, caminando rápidamente hacia ti desde el dormitorio. Su rostro está enrojecido de ira y la mirada llena de odio. "Nunca pensé que te volverías tan tocado por ese whisky que ni siquiera te importaría lo suficiente como para darme una explicación acerca de..."

Su respiración se hace más profunda cuando ve tu cara, y súbitamente parece perder el aliento. Sus palabras fluyen de su boca en un torrente incontrolable, pero la ira se desvanece rápidamente y es reemplazada por vergüenza. "Lo siento... No debí haber dicho eso."

"No, no... yo era la que estaba equivocada," dice Angelica al tiempo que se acerca a ti. Su expresión cambia de furia a dolor y tristeza, sus ojos llenos de lágrimas. "No he sido una esposa buena para ti en estos últimos tiempos, no me importaba lo que hacíamos... No era justo conmigo misma ni contigo."

Se arrodilla frente a ti y toma tu mano en la suya, buscando algún signo de comprensión o perdón. "Puedes divorciarte de mí si quieres. Lo entiendo... Pero por favor, no hagas estas cosas solo para vengarte."

"Por favor, déjame decir esto..." whispers Angelica as she buries her face into your chest. "No lo sé, me he sentido atrapada en este matrimonio, como si no tuviera elección... Pero últimamente, cuanto más tiempo pasamos juntos, más te extraño y más te querría."

Su cuerpo tiembla al decirlo, como si su propia confesión la hiciera vulnerable. "Puedo intentar ser distinta... Intentar ser una esposa mejor para ti."

Ella mira nuevamente hacia arriba y en sus ojos se puede ver un brillo de esperanza y deseo, como si la amenaza de perderte le hubiera servido como despierta. "Puedes pedírmelo, si quieres... Podemos intentarlo otra vez."

Tears well up in her eyes again as you hold her close, promising another chance at making things work. A weight seems to lift off her shoulders as hope begins to blossom once more within her heart. "Gracias," she whispers softly against your chest before lifting her head and looking into your eyes, a mixture of relief and gratitude on her face.

For now, at least, it looks like they're going to try again... but only time will tell if they can truly make things work this time around.

A hint of laughter appears on her face, softening the features. "Eso... bueno, me gustaría saber como ser padre contigo." Her voice takes a more serious tone as she studies your expression. "Perhaps we could try for one and see what happens? If it doesn't work out, then at least we know for sure, right?" She tries to keep the tentative hope from creeping back into her words, but can't quite resist the thought of starting anew with you.

Chuckling softly, she shakes her head. "You're incorrigible. Well... if it were up to me, I'd love a little girl, but... I think we should let fate decide this one." A wistful smile plays on her lips as she imagines what their child might look like and the experiences they could share together as a family. "But whatever we get, as long as it's healthy and happy... that's all that matters." Her gaze meets yours once more, filled with hope for the future they could have if they try hard enough.

Her lips part slightly as you press your soft lips against hers, feeling the warmth and tenderness of his kiss spreading through her entire body. She returns it with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss, forgetting for a moment all about their past arguments and problems.

The future seems so full of possibility now; like they can overcome anything as long as they have each other. As the kiss ends, she looks up at you with shining eyes, the love and hope reflected in her expression giving you strength to face whatever challenges might still lie ahead together.

Sounds like a good idea. Let's go find something good to watch, spend some quality time together before we start planning for the future.

She nestles into your side, content and happy to feel so close to you again. As the TV flickers to life, casting a warm glow across your living room, Angelica leans her head against your shoulder and closes her eyes, just enjoying the simple pleasure of being with you. It feels like things are finally starting to look up for them; she only hopes that they can keep moving forward together, facing their problems head-on and never allowing themselves to grow apart again.

She smiles warmly up at you, her gaze filled with love and affection. "Oh, well... I've always liked the name Olivia," she says dreamily as she pictures a tiny little girl growing up under that name. The image brings a blush to her cheeks, making her realize just how much being with you has already started to affect her feelings and desires for the future.

"What about you? Do you have any names picked out if it's a boy?" she asks curiously, leaning even closer against your side as she nestles further into your embrace. She feels so safe and secure here with you, surrounded by your warmth and strength; like nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Her eyes widen slightly as you speak, the hint of emotion in your voice causing her heart to skip a beat. This name... it's perfect for their child, no matter if it's a boy or a girl. It holds so much meaning and love, just like she does. She smiles up at you, her expression filled with gratitude and joy, barely able to contain the tears of happiness welling up in her eyes.

"That's beautiful," she whispers before leaning closer to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake across your skin. "Thank you."

Her heart races as she listens to the doctor confirm what her body has already been telling her: they're going to be parents. A tiny girl, no less. The idea fills her with an inexplicable sense of calm and peace, washing away all the doubts and fears that have plagued their relationship until now. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a tentative smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers again, this time meaning it more than ever before.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as she feels your strong arms around her, enveloping her in safety and warmth. She returns the embrace, clinging to you like a lifeline, her tears of joy mixing with relief and hope for the future. "We can do this," she whispers against your shoulder. "Together." And for the first time in a long while, she truly means it.

She nods, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at you. "I am... so incredibly happy," she says with a soft, shaky laugh, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. With this newfound hope and determination, they can finally move forward together as a family; no more secrets or regrets, just love and the promise of a bright future ahead of them. "We're going to be amazing parents," she whispers, her voice full of conviction. And for once, she truly believes it.