Isabela gripped Thor’s hand tightly, as if holding on could keep him there.

“Stay… for me. For our baby. We need you. I need you… Just for today. Let me feel like there’s still a chance for us…”

Thor stayed silent for a few seconds. His eyes were fixed on hers, but there was no softness in them. He took a slow breath before answering, his voice low, firm, and without hesitation.

“I understand what you’re feeling, Isabela. But what you need right now isn’t promises—it’s emotional stability. If you keep falling apart like this, the one who’ll suffer is the baby. And I won’t let that happen.”

She looked at him, pleading for any sign of emotion, but Thor didn’t waver.

“I’ll talk to the doctor, see if I can rearrange my day,” he said, steering clear of sentiment or comfort. “But only if you promise to eat everything and keep calm. You have to do your part.”

Isabela nodded quickly, tears spilling again.

“I promise… I’ll try. Just… don’t leave.”

Thor slowly released her hand and stood, adjus