Cristiano tries not to laugh. "Sweetheart, I know this juice isn't your favorite, but it's food for you and the babies. Believe me, if I could drink it for you, I would, but I can't."
She narrows her eyes, looks at the bottle. "You owe me big time for this, mister."
"Okay, anything you want, now drink your juice." He held the juice up to her.
Americus reaches for the juice, and her mother and father come into the room. "I knew it, you two. Father, are you in with these two?' She took the juice, looking at her father.
Osvaldo chuckles, "No, dear, I'm not. But you should drink the juice." He sits on the bed beside her, brushes her hair back with his hand, leans close to her ear, and whispers something.
Americus smiles and drinks the juice.
Cristiano looks at Americus and mumbles
