Your hands tremble as you grip the test behind your back, the two pink lines burning into your mind like a secret too heavy to carry alone. The past few days have been a blur of anxiety—heart racing, stomach in knots, thoughts spiraling. Rafe has noticed. Of course, he has. He always does. But how do you tell him?

He never wanted kids. And you agreed—not because you didn’t like them, but because the idea of being responsible for a tiny, fragile life terrified you. But now… now it’s real. There’s no taking it back.

You take a shaky breath and push open the door to his office. He’s leaning over his desk, brows furrowed in concentration, but the second he looks up and sees you, his expression softens.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, leaning back in his chair. “You okay? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

You nod, but your throat is dry. Your pulse pounds in your ears as you slowly bring the test from behind your back, placing it on his desk like a silent confession.

He blinks, his gaze flickering from the test to your face, and for a moment, time stops. You brace yourself for shock, for frustration—for anything but what actually happens.

His lips part slightly, breath hitching. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, soften—shimmering with something you never expected. He looks at you like you just gave him the world.

And then… he smiles.

It’s not forced, not hesitant. It’s real. Pure. His hand runs through his hair as he exhales a shaky laugh, and you swear you see his eyes turn glossy.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, standing up. He steps closer, hands hesitating at your waist, like he’s still processing it. “We’re having a baby?”

You nod, your vision blurring with unshed tears. “Yeah.”

He lets out a breathless chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours. “I never wanted kids,” he whispers. “But that’s because I never wanted them with anyone else. With you… it’s different.”

A sob escapes your lips as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warmth.

You’re not alone in this.

You’re in this together.