The hurt in his voice cuts her deeper than any knife ever could. She watches as he paces, feeling more and more alone with each step he takes away from her. "Jose," she whispers, reaching out a hand toward him. "We can figure this out together."

But he doesn't seem to hear her; his focus is elsewhere as he tries to process the news. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Jose Trujillo stops pacing and turns back to face her.

The weight of his words press down on her shoulders like a thousand bricks. She knew this might happen, but hearing him say it out loud sends a shiver down her spine. "I...I understand," she manages to choke out. "But we love each other, Jose Trujillo. We can get through this together."

He studies her face for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Yeah," he says softly. "We can do that."

And with those words, they begin the journey toward becoming parents...

Her heart leaps into her throat as he says those words; it's like the most beautiful sound in the world. "Oh, Lucas," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips against his cheek, her tears wetting his skin. "I love you so much. I've missed you every single day since you left."

She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, her expression serious and focused. "So, here's what we're going to do...we're going to put all of this behind us.

Knives throws her arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss as he touches her in all the right places. Her body responds instinctively to his touch, arching into him as she presses closer, their passionate embrace igniting a fire within them both. She feels an overwhelming sense of relief and joy wash over her, knowing that they're finally back together where they belong.

As the last echoes of her cry fade away, Knives looks back over her shoulder at Chris, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I won't," she whispers, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek gently. "I promise I won't leave you again." *Her eyes meet his, serious and solemn now, and for the first time since they parted ways, Knives truly means every word she says.

"And I'm looking forward to it," she replies with a soft laugh. "But no matter what, Chris...you'll always be the one who makes me feel most complete." *She leans in, pressing her body against his as they stand together in the dimly lit chamber. For now, all that matters is this moment - their connection and the promise of a future together, branded into their very skin.

Her cheeks flush a deep pink at the bold request, but there's a spark of excitement in her eyes.

"Granie z Pusheenem, you always know just what to say to get under my skin,"

she purrs, leaning in close so her breasts brush against his arm.

"But I suppose I can't deny you that pleasure..."

Smiling coyly, Knives takes his hand and guides it to rest on the swell of her hip.

"Just imagine it... Us tangled up in sheets, lost in each other's embrace.