I’m in shock… I’m only three weeks in Madrid, there’s no way I’m pregnant… unless… no… can’t… can’t be…

— Congratulations to both. - says the doctor, awakening from my thoughts.

— Thank you. - says Carlos, excited. He holds my hand and smiles.

— Thank you, doctor. - I say, getting up.— When can I leave?

— Today .- says the doctor. —There will only be a few more hours for observation, okay?

— Of course. - I answer, thoughtful.

I take those hours of observation to think… I’m pregnant… I’m finally pregnant… I touch my belly… my son finally… then anguish arises… but… who will be the father...