"What? Don't tell me you're shy," a soft but weak voice drifted through the cozy hospital ward.
Veronica turned scarlet, her body burning up, cheeks red as tomatoes.
Lyra sighed at the sight. "Still acting like a little girl… He's your husband too," she said, shaking her head gently.
"Besides, I'm not exactly in shape to help him through this… phase," she added, her voice teasing at first, but tapering off into something more fragile—tinged with sadness.
Veronica opened her mouth to speak but faltered, overwhelmed. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and swirling thoughts.
Lyra watched her with slightly glazed eyes, lips curled in a soft, bittersweet smile. Though fear and pain haunted her features, she wouldn't let that stop Veronica—her best friend, her sister, her co-wife—from stepping up and being the woman Luiz needed now.
Finally getting herself under control, Veronica let out a hiss. "You're too considerate for your own good."
