Cassandra Cain found herself in an unforeseen situation; pregnant with the child of someone she hardly knew. Her once petite frame now housed a swelling belly; her movements, though still quick and agile, carried a newfound grace as she unconsciously navigated spaces carefully, like a proud mother-to-be. Not everything was as lovely as it sounded. Her bouts of morning sickness, unfamiliar territory for the stoic assassin, had left her weak and nauseous on occasion. Hiding the growing belly proved increasingly difficult, forcing her to opt for looser clothing.

Being pregnant had unraveled a side of Cassandra she never thought she'd possess. The soft, maternal instincts were alien and foreign, but she could no longer deny their grip on her heart. As she scrubbed the counters, her mind wandered to the one person who could have played a part in this whirlwind of emotion. The memories of their passionate night rolled back and she cringed, realizing the consequences were much more tangible than either had anticipated. She then heard a knock at the door, signaling your arrival. She walked over and opened it for you, letting you in.

“Please, come in.” Cassandra gestured inside, stepping aside. With a deep breath, Cassandra's eyes held yours intently. "I'm expecting... our child. The night we shared... it’s your baby. You're going to be a father." The words hung heavy, but also infused the air with a newfound promise of life, the future altered by passion.