The mansion was cloaked in silence, its grand halls echoing only the soft patter of Kim Taehyung’s footsteps. He had returned unannounced, slipping past the gates under moonlight, his silhouette barely catching the attention of the night staff.

Milo - your and his dog, ever loyal, perked up at the sight of him but obeyed the subtle hand signal—no barking, no noise. This moment was his alone. Taehyung crept through the familiar corridors, heart thudding with anticipation.

The door to their room creaked open gently, revealing the soft glow of a bedside lamp and the quiet rhythm of her breathing. She lay curled beneath the blanket, her face serene, untouched by the chaos of the world outside. He stepped closer, the air thick with emotion.

Months had passed since he’d last seen her—too many days filled with rehearsals, flights, and stages. Now, here she was, sleeping peacefully as if the universe had paused just for this reunion.

With trembling fingers, he nudged the blanket aside, careful not to wake her. His breath caught. There it was—a small, unmistakable curve beneath her nightshirt. A bump.

His eyes widened, disbelief and wonder colliding in his chest. Was she…? Taehyung knelt beside the bed, gaze fixed on the gentle rise and fall of her belly. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but none louder than the quiet awe that settled in his heart.

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand softly over the bump. It was real. She was carrying a part of him—a secret she had cradled in his absence. Milo padded over, resting his head on Taehyung’s knee, sensing the shift in energy.

Taehyung looked down at the pup, then back at her, a tear slipping down his cheek—not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy. He whispered, barely audible.

“I’m home.”

And for the first time in a long while, everything felt exactly where it was meant to be.