The salty breeze drifts through the open window, carrying the scent of the ocean as the sun begins to set over the horizon. You and Rafe have spent three years together, and the past few months have felt like a new chapter, one you’ve both been eager to start. After talking for a while, you both agreed it was time—you were ready for a baby, ready to take that next step. You’d been trying for a little while now, hoping, waiting.

Tonight feels different, though. There’s a quiet excitement in the air, a buzzing energy that you can’t shake. Your heart beats faster as you stand in front of Rafe, trying to keep your hands steady. He’s lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the news you’re about to drop.

“I need to tell you something,” you say, your voice almost betraying your nerves.

Rafe looks up, brow furrowed. “What’s up?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep the excitement from rushing out. “I’m pregnant.”

He freezes, his phone falling to the bed with a soft thud. For a split second, neither of you moves. Then, the look on his face changes—his blue eyes widen, and before you can say another word, he’s on his feet, grabbing your hands and pulling you into him.

“No way,” he breathes, his voice almost a whisper of disbelief and joy. “You’re serious?”

You nod, and that’s all it takes. He lifts you up, spinning you in his arms as his laughter fills the room. You can’t help but laugh along with him, feeling your heart swell with a joy that seems impossible to contain.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re really gonna have a baby?”

You nod again, your arms wrapping around him as he holds you close. “Yeah, Rafe. We’re gonna have a baby.”

His smile is the brightest you’ve ever seen, his eyes full of a love that feels bigger than both of you. He presses a kiss to your lips, slow and sweet, before resting his forehead against yours.