***Valentina***
Chava cries as we hear another explosion go off in the distance and he buries his face in my chest as I rub his back to soothe him.
“Dada! Dada!” He whines, fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.
“I know, mijo. I know,” I sigh, holding him tighter. “Dada‘s coming home soon.”
I feel a contraction ripple through me, panic fluttering in my heart. I've had several false alarms recently and I could only hope this was just another one.
Please, I mutter to myself as I rub my swollen belly. Please stay in there just a little longer.
Karina returns a few minutes later with Chava’s baby bag to keep him entertained, shaking a bottle of warm milk in her hands. Chava extends his tiny arms out to his mother, crying profusely for his father.
“There, there, Chava,” she roc
