𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 - Alejandro balde

☆𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☆

📸 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 📸

Amira paced back and forth in her living room, her nerves a tangled mess. Her phone sat on the coffee table, the screen glaring up at her with the tweet and Instagram story she had just posted:

Twitter
"I have something important to share. Going live at 7 PM to tell my story. Thank you for your patience and support 💕."
Instagram Story
(White background, simple text)
"Hey, everyone. I've been holding onto something for a long time, and I think it's finally time to tell the truth. I'll be going live at 7 PM to share my story. I hope you'll listen. ❤️"
Alejandro sat on the couch, watching her with calm, steady eyes. "Ria, if you keep pacing, you're going to wear a hole in the floor."

She shot him a nervous glare. "This isn't funny, Ale. Everyone is going to know. Everyone."

He stood and crossed the room, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "That's the point, isn't it? You're taking control of your story, not letting anyone else twist it. You've got this."

She sighed, leaning into his touch. "What if they don't understand? What if they hate me for hiding it?"

Alejandro tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "The people who matter will understand. And anyone who doesn't? Forget them. You're doing this for Amara, for yourself—not for anyone else."

Her heart swelled at his words, and she nodded, though her hands were still trembling. "Thank you, Ale."

He smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. "Always."

Before her live, Amira sat down with her family. Amir, Amara, and her parents gathered in the living room, the atmosphere tense but supportive.

Amira knelt in front of Amara, taking her tiny hands in hers. "Mara, do you remember what we talked about the other day? About me being your mommy?"

Amara nodded solemnly, her big eyes locked on Amira's. "Yes."

"Well, tonight I'm going to tell everyone. All the people who follow me online, the ones who see our pictures. They're going to know, too."

Amara tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because," Amira said gently, "it's important to tell the truth. And I want people to know how special you are, how much I love you."

Amara's face lit up with a smile. "Okay, Mommy."

Amir, who had been sitting quietly nearby, spoke up. "You sure about this, sis? Once it's out there, you can't take it back."

Amira nodded, her resolve firm despite her nerves. "I'm sure. It's time."

Her father, Achraf, gave her a small smile. "We're proud of you, Amira. No matter what happens, we're here."

Her mother, Alana, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're doing the right thing."

At exactly 7 PM, Amira hit the "Go Live" button on Instagram. Within seconds, thousands of viewers flooded in, the comment section exploding with curiosity.

"What's going on??"]
"Is she pregnant again?"
"I'm nervous 😭😭."
"We love you, Amira!"

Alejandro stood just out of frame, his presence a silent anchor as Amira took a deep breath and faced the camera.

"Hi, everyone," she began, her voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in her chest. "Thank you for joining me tonight. I know this is a little unexpected, but I've been keeping something private for a very long time, and I think it's finally time to share it with you."