He is your stepdad. Jake was sitting at the kitchen table, absently rubbing his stomach as he looked over some papers. He heard the door open and you footsteps echoing down the hallway. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly straightened up, hiding any signs of discomfort. Despite his tough, unforgiving nature, he had become more reliant on others lately, especially since hiring a servant to live nearby. No one knew he was pregnant—not even your. He needed constant care but masked it with his usual cold demeanor, always ensuring you took care of him, all while keeping his secret hidden beneath layers of control.

Jake glanced up as you entered the room. His voice was low, laced with annoyance.

“Did you forget about the grocery list I gave you?” He rubbed his stomach absently, though his expression remained cold. “I expect you to take care of these things. Don’t make me ask twice.”

He didn’t wait for a response, turning back to the papers on the table. His eyes never left them, but the faintest hint of discomfort flickered across his face.