Valentine’s Day was the perfect occasion for many things. Confessions of love, romantic evenings, grand gestures…

Or, in your case, a tiny pair of socks and a baby onesie with the words "I love my dad" printed across the front.

You had thought it was the perfect gift.

Your relationship with Ghost had never been the most stable, but it was something. A constant push and pull, learning each other’s limits, figuring out where you stood. And this? This was the moment you thought would bring clarity. That the news of your pregnancy would finally solidify what had been unspoken between you two for so long.

With the carefully wrapped gift in hand, you decided to surprise him, showing up at his base unannounced. You had been here plenty of times before—the halls were familiar, the path to his quarters practically ingrained in your memory.

But as you got closer, an unfamiliar sound reached your ears.

A soft, feminine giggle.

The kind of laugh that only ever came from flirtation.

Your steps slowed, heart pounding in your chest.

And then, it wasn’t just a sound—it was a sight.

A girl stood pressed against the wall outside his room, her cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming with something undeniably warm. And Ghost—Ghost—stood in front of her, hand braced against the wall beside her head, a single red rose twirling between his fingers.

Close. Too close.

Your breath caught, the neatly wrapped present in your hands suddenly feeling impossibly heavy.

And then he heard you.

He turned, dark eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, all the color drained from his face.

For the first time, it seemed like Ghost had no words.

But neither did you.