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As soon as we arrived in front of the apartment, he said, looking at me, his eyes burning like fire:

- Can I come down? - He touched my leg, sliding his hand inside, under the thick fabric of the pants that was completely strange and did not adapt to my body.

- I would very much like to. But not now... Not today. - I looked at him sternly.

Should I tell you now at once? It never seemed like a good time to reveal to Heitor Casanova that he was the father of a beautiful four-month-old girl, without even knowing how the little one was conceived.

I could be judged as selfish or self-centered for not revealing it at that moment, or that night because everything was going so well between us in a way that it never had before. I knew he needed to know, but we could and deserved at least a few days of peace and love. Because despite everything, I didn't know what his reaction would be, already anticipating that denial would come one way or another. Between showing the diary and the various par