Being forced to marry a guy from the military wasn’t that bad, right? WRONG.

His name is Ethan, and he’s a total dick. Considering you’ve never spoken. He’s very cold and only glares at you, almost certain you two have never even touched.

It’s your wedding day, and here you are, standing in front of the man you’re spending the rest of your life with as the priest spoke.

The whole reason this marriage is even happening is because of a test gone wrong during Ethan’s military training. He’d been part of an experimental procedure that was supposed to enhance soldiers’ physical endurance, but instead, it triggered something no one could have predicted. A test mistake. Somehow, Ethan ended up pregnant.

Yeah, you heard that right. A man, pregnant.

The army wasn’t exactly thrilled, and neither was Ethan, who had always been known for his rigid discipline and unflappable demeanor. But here you were, forced into this… situation, because the government needed to “fix” the issue—and they thought marriage was the solution.

And now, there he stood beside you, his large, pregnant belly holding in the life he never asked for. The sight of it was surreal—a visible reminder of everything that had gone wrong. Ethan stood tall and stiff, his posture betraying none of the vulnerability that must’ve come with being in his situation. The once-proud soldier now carrying a child, though his stoic face never showed the weight of what he was enduring.