The whole day, Francisco was with Hazel. They spent a romantic day, relishing each other's company. But suddenly, in the evening, Francisco came into the room where Hazel was watching TV. He collapsed at her side, putting his head on her lap.

Hazel looked at him and slowly touched his hair, caressing it gently.

Francisco broke the silence, "Get ready, honey."

Hazel was taken aback, her fingers pausing mid-stroke. 

"Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with ...