Hello! I'm back once again. Had some time to kill because of a two day cancellation of school, I love snow. Right now I'm gonna go ahead and answer some questions.

Guest #1: You are correct, Rafael is infertile. He cannot have children, although I plan to write his POV chapter sooner in the future about his decision.

Guest #2: Thank you for reading my really long author's note. Also, you're not rude–just stating your opinion based from my statements and that's okay. And yeah, novelas are not necessarily cliche' tropes but has some common themes, I was mainly pointing out the ~romantic~ and ~love triangle~ couple novelas and stuff. Novelas like La Rosa De Guadalupe or Martin Garatuza are off my radar-so yeah there are exceptions.

Guest #3: I made it M because I plan to do some explicit scenes in the future.

Guest #4: I used the word Pai because it was in Fernando's POV. His father is a priest, but he still acknowledge his father as a priest, but I just put Pai since it's his father.

I hope that answers everyone's questions! You can ask more after this chapter if you want.

Joana walked briskly down the street. She was on her way to Valeria's place. Joana is going as quickly as she can, though she looks so hysterical. She looks like a peguin waddling with that belly of hers.

It was early evening, kids were still playing kickball, women above alleys were taking laundry down, older men were finishing up their game of chess, and some people nearby were getting ready to open up their bar. Joana was not entirely alone, but seeing this made her feel reassured a bit. It was once after she rounded the corner, was when she was worried. Being alone.

Joana hurried along the corner to Valeria's place three houses down. Valeria's place was more like a shack, and she lived in the basement area. Which means stairs.

Joana held her belly as she feels the movements inside, feeling the child that is desperate to come out. Joana held it in.

"Valeria! Valeria! Valeria!" Joana called out as she descended down two more flights of stairs. Metal echoed behind the weight of her footsteps."Valeria!"

"What now? " Valeria threw a rag angrily at the counter. She was in the middle of drying some dishes.

"My water broke."

Valeria stared. "And so? Why are you running to me? I have no business to help you."

"Well, I need your help." Joana stated. She then felt another kick to her stomach, Joana winced in response. She roared.

Valeria cursed under her breath, and shook her head disapprovingly. She immediately cleared off the old reclined seat. Making way for Joana to lie down.

"Okay, first you need to stop all that breathing." Valeria says as she spreads Joana's legs out. "Breathe slowly."

Joana tried to take control of her breath. Breathing slowly. It was more raspy since she is trying not to breath every single second. "Good. Now, I have to finish some chores, holler at me when it is time."

Valeria then left down the hallway into a room. Joana is by herself now, breathing. Concentrating. Waiting.

After the Process, Joana was with Fernando and joined the Cause with him. Up until there was a fallout with the people of the Cause. Joana liked the idea of it, but going along with the Cause was going nowhere for her. It was stagnant. And the Cause has been happening with years, to no avail. Fernando was still with the Cause at the time when Joana left.

The Cause mainly executes things underground or during the hours into the night. When Joana left she went back in, into the "real world" and saw a bounty on her. Joana did all can to protect, tearing down papers or wearing going incognito whenever she went out. But that failed when Lucas found her. Lucas was one of the many who did not pass through the next level in the Process, and it was all because she stole his coin. When he met her again he was seething. He went mad. Lucas spout out a string of obscentities, and ranted-going on an endless tangents before he turned this bitch in. But it didn't end there. It was him and her in the back alley behind a cafe shop.

Lucas raped her.

"VALERIA!" Joana hollered loudly between her breath."VALERIA! VALERIA!"

Valeria rushed into the room with a broom in hand. She threw it aside as she ran towards Joana. Valeria stooped down between Joana's legs. "This baby is coming out right now. All you need to do is push, push, push. . ."

Joana screamed in agony as she felt movement escaping out of her bowels. She is buried in her own sweat from hollering out. Joana did everything she can to get the baby out. Valeria's mantra of "push, push, push, push" is encouraging, but is not really helping her out with pushing. Joana is pushing her pelvis out but nothing seems to be work-

"Waaahh!" The infant cried out."Waaaawaaahh waaah ahhhh ahhh wahhh–"

Lucas raped Joana before turning her in. But it wasn't that bad as compared to what Gerson and his men did to her. They beat her and raped her. Not only that but she has to live with them. She became their domestic servant in the day and their sex doll by night. It was pure hell. When she became pregnant, her hell was set ablaze.

Joana does not know who is the father to this child. Though everyone in the household assumes it's Gerson's, because y'know "what goes around, come's around." Since she killed Gerson's son it's only fair for her to give him another.

Joana absolutely despised pregnancy. It disgusts her more that she is carrying one of those bastard's child. She did not like it at all. Joana attempted everything she could to kill the child-unintentionally: she cleaned up cat poo in the streets, she carried heavy things, drunk lots of parsley tea, put parsley in her cervix, and drink bone broth soup.

"It's coming out!" Valeria held a clean cloth out, holding the baby's head as he cries out. "You're almost there! Push! Push! Push!"

Even now, Joana does not want the baby. Let's say if she decides to keep the baby. Huh? She doubts that Gerson would take care of it. She would. Then again, she won't. Joana has other stuff to worry about: herself. She is worried about her well-being, survival. Joana does not want to take care of this baby. Nope. Babies are a huge responsibility for years and years to come.

"Oh," Valeria says, she wrapped the baby in her arms and held the newborn out to Joana,"It's a boy."

Joana breathed in relief that the pain is over. She wanted some rest. But there's this baby. Joana nervously looked down her arms at the newborn.

His skin was very pink and covered with a white coating from her womb. He moves his fingers slowly, clawing out to her. His face was huge for his body. The boy's eyes were swollen shut as his mouth was open agape drooling out drops of spit.

"What are you going to name him?" Valeria asks. She was preoccupied between her legs once again. But she already delivered the baby. . .

"What are you doing?" Joana questions Valeria. Joana started to sit up.

"Lie back down girl, I'm just cutting the cord, you see." Valeria showed her the umbilical cord. Valeria cringed at the tool she's using. "It's taking a while because this blade is dull."

"Okay." Joana lies back down, relaxed.. "Thank you very much, Valeria."

A few minutes passed. Valeria went to the kitchen, washing off blood from the knife. Back turned from Joana. "You still haven't told me what you're going to name him."

"Well, I don't know what to name him. Baby names was the last thing on my mind." Joana admitted.

Joana wasn't given an immediate response from Valeria. Just the sounds of dishes that clashed together while she washed them. Joana stared until she felt like Valeria was not going to respond to her.

"I know you do not want the child, but you need to take care of him." Joana jolted up to Valeria's voice. Valeria still had her back to Joana, sweeping the kitchen floor. "Don't let him live life without his parents, especially his mother. You would know what life was like as an orphan, no? Don't you ever miss your parents, or ever want to see them?" Valeria turned around to Joana, as she continued to sweep the floors. "Don't make him live life alone."

Joana had no response.

Valeria stooped down to collect the trash with an old newspaper. "You can rest and stay the night." Valeria carried the trash outside. Her footsteps echoed after her against the rusted metal stairs when she went outside and back inside. The older woman continued to clean her home, Joana watched until she fell into a deep sleep.

Joana sprung awake hearing some noise from outside. She listened to only hear the sound of wind illiciting noise between the cracks of Valeria's home. Another noise began to cry out-the baby.

"SShhh." The newborn cried out even louder. Mildly irritated, Joana attempted to silence the child with a scrap of cloth she found nearby.

Do I really want to take care of this baby? Joana took one good look at the baby to see if a miracle would change her mind. Taking off the cloth from the mouth unleashed his piercing voice and the snot trail from all over his face to the cloth. Nope. She shoved the cloth back on his face.

Joana eyed a nearby butcher knife in in Valeria's kitchen. No, I shouldn't do that. Joana wants the child gone but she does not see herself as a baby killer post-partum. Killing the baby is another option, but she does not want to get caught while doing so. Especially since she already killed a child herself not too long ago. Everything will be pointed to her.

She winced as she slowly gets off from the chair. The pain was agonizing. Joana bent over, briefly. She then, stood straight up and make her leave.

Joana tried to make minimal amount of noise as possible upstairs to exit. Her feet lightly echoed behind her as she walked, and the child still wailed against the cloth. She wouldn't be surprised if Valeria wakes up, Joana hoped her ears are completely dead at this moment. Joana relaxed once she reached the main entrance.

"Pega-lo! Pega-lo!"

"Olhar aqui!"

"Voce esta assustada, cadela?"

A group of people, mainly boys, rushed passed Joana. They were the usual hoodlums in the area. Picking fights with other gangs in the area. Most of the boys were no older than fifteen, but were tall an immature. They appeared to be instigating a fight with old firearms, big knives, and torches. While the other gang appeared to stand their ground holding their own set of weapons as well, they were retreating into the next block.

Joana sighed in relief when they disappeared. She resumed to her present task.

She needs to find a way to make the baby go away. Joana wishes she could give him up to Valeria, but knowing Valeria well she would probably out her the minute once he's able to talk that Joana is his mother. Joana does not want to be associated herself to be a "bad mother," even if Valeria is her friend she constantly questions her morals all the damn time. Like right now. She giving the baby to Gerson is a hell no, he would gladly accepted that she returned the favor of killing his son by having a child with him-NOPE. Joana has Fernando, but Fernando has other problems to worry about like his legs, the Cause, and his familia.

Joana noticed a nearby dumpster across the street at a nearby ally. Illuminated by the flickering of a streetlight. Why not? I have no other options. Babies are not trash, but this one is. Joana does not feel or see any value of taking care of a human being when she needs to take care of herself first.

The woman walked over to the dumpster. Lifted the lid open, the smell of trash wafted in the air. She cringed. Holding the infant she looked between him and the dumpster. Does she really need to do this? She could have gone door-to-door and ask somebody to take care of the child. The dumpster sounds best, everyone digs through the dumpster food and crap and if someone wants him they can salvage him. She placed him carefully in the dumpster. Oddly enough, he was sound asleep in this pile of shit.

After closing the lid of the dumpster Joana went on her merry way to find a safe haven away from Gerson and his men now that she is free.

This is my second chapter. Kind of a bit rough. I inserted some Portuguese words, but disregarded the proper accents on the letters. Will try to find a way to do so. Do not worry, I am well aware of some grammar mistakes.

Next chapter will be Rafael aka Tiago Moreira or Michele Santaña or Fernando Coelho. Leaning with Michele more or some other character involved in the series.

Any comments/questions/concerns? Please review! Also review if you have constructive criticism about everything so far.