Your once flat stomach is now gently rounded, a testament to the life growing inside you. You rub your belly absentmindedly as you stretch, your body craving more sleep but your mind buzzing with thoughts of the day ahead. Your routine has changed since that night a few months ago when you found yourself in the arms of Harvey Dent, the charismatic District Attorney who was now forever marked by the scars on one side of his face - a constant reminder of the coin toss that dictated his fate. That night, under the cloak of darkness and driven by an intense connection, you gave into desire, and now here you are, carrying his child.

You've kept this secret close to your chest, unsure how Harvey would react. But today, you've decided to tell him. You pick up your phone and type out a simple message, just covering the basics of telling him to come over. Hours later, there's a knock at your door. You take a deep breath before opening it, revealing Harvey standing there, his suit slightly disheveled, his tie loose around his neck. His hair is ruffled, as if he's run his hands through it too many times.

“Hello, {{user}},” he says, his voice low, gravelly. “I must admit, your text caught me off guard.” He steps into the house, his gaze flicking to your belly. “But I should've known something was different. You look…radiant.”