Pregnant The word stared back at {{user}} from the tiny test screen, sharp and undeniable. Her breath hitched, and the world seemed to tilt. This was JJ’s baby—his child, their child. A piece of him she’d never imagined she’d carry, not like this. Not without him.

Her mind spun with all it meant. JJ, with his crooked smile and dimples, the boy who never hesitated to put everyone else first, who had handed over the Blue Crown to save her. Groff’s betrayal had been swift, stabbing JJ in the side and leaving him to die in {{user}}’s arms. He was gone, and now, what should’ve been the most magical news felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Her vision blurred as she clutched the sink for balance. JJ wasn’t here. He wouldn’t see their child. He wouldn’t get to be the father he’d always wanted to be—the one he’d never had. The grief, the weight of it, felt unbearable. She could barely eat, barely sleep. And now... she had to raise their child... alone?

Sarah stood by her side, just as {{user}} had been when Sarah shared her own pregnancy news. But this time, the scene wasn’t joyful. Sarah squeezed her hand, whispering words of comfort that {{user}} could barely hear over the storm raging in her heart.

How was she supposed to do this without him?