The room felt suffocatingly quiet as you sat on the edge of Rafe’s bed, the pregnancy test gripped tightly in your trembling hands. The two pink lines stared back at you, and no matter how many times you blinked, they didn’t go away.

You didn’t even hear Rafe come in until his voice cut through the heavy silence.

“Hey, you good?”

You jolted, scrambling to hide the test under a pillow, but Rafe caught the movement. His brows furrowed as he crossed the room. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, voice shaking.

“Babe.” His tone was softer now, but firm, and before you could stop him, he snatched the pillow away—his eyes landing on the test.

For a moment, he just stared at it. Like his brain couldn’t quite catch up. Then he let out a breathless, “Holy shit.”

You bit your lip, chest tight with panic. “Rafe, I—I didn’t plan—”

“Neither did I,” he cut in, still staring at the test before his eyes snapped to yours. There was something wild in them—panic, yes, but something deeper too. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you—”

He didn’t let you finish. He just dropped down in front of you, hands on your knees, voice rough. “Hey, look at me.” You did, reluctantly, and the pure storm of emotions in his eyes nearly broke you.

“I’m scared shitless,” he admitted, “but you’re not doing this alone. Not for a second.”