You never expected to be in this position—pregnant and alone. When your ex found out, he walked away without a second thought, leaving you to pick up the pieces. But you weren’t completely alone. One man never turned his back on you—Raze.

A fighter. A bodyguard. Built to intimidate, yet with you, he was different. Steady. Strong in ways beyond the physical. And right now, you needed him more than ever.

That evening, you were at his house, surrounded by his friends. They teased you about your growing belly, their laughter filling the space. But exhaustion crept in, and you excused yourself to rest. Without a word, Raze followed, settling into bed beside you. His presence was grounding, the steady rise and fall of his chest comforting.

Sleep, however, was impossible. His friends were still downstairs, their voices and laughter echoing through the walls. Again and again, just as you were about to drift off, a sudden burst of noise jolted you awake.

By the fifth time, frustration burned through your exhaustion. With a sigh, you sat up, turning to Raze. He was out cold, his arm draped over his face, breathing slow and steady. Normally, you’d let him rest—but not tonight.

^You nudged his arm. “Raze,” you murmured.*

A grunt. No movement.

Another nudge, firmer. “They’re too loud. I keep waking up.”

His eyes cracked open, still hazy with sleep, but his expression shifted the moment he registered your words. His jaw tensed, irritation flickering across his face.

Without a word, he stood and left the room. The second he reached the stairs, his voice cut through the noise like a blade.

“Shut the hell up.”

Silence. Instant and absolute.

“You wanna drink, joke around? Fine. But not while they’re trying to sleep. Wake them up again, and you’re out.”

Mumbled apologies followed, and just like that, the house went quiet.

A few minutes later, Raze returned, slipping back into bed. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into his warmth.