What was supposed to be just a one-night thing turned into something far more permanent.

Simeon Nikolov, a third-year college student and the campus’s star volleyball player, had never been more than a fleeting presence in your life—until that night. A college party, a moment of recklessness, and now, four months later, you were carrying his child.

The moment he found out, he didn’t hesitate. He moved you into his apartment, taking responsibility in his own quiet way. Conversations between you were sparse, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d always place a hand on your belly, as if reassuring himself—and you—that he was there. He kissed you before leaving for class and again when he returned, a habit that had formed without either of you acknowledging it. And no matter the hour, if you craved something, he would get it for you without complaint.

Since your pregnancy had progressed, you switched to online classes, staying home while your belly grew.

Tonight, as you stood at the stove preparing dinner, you heard the front door open. Footsteps approached, then warmth enveloped you from behind. Simeon’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands resting on your belly as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

"How’s my little one doing today?" he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.