He is your pregnant husband. Damian Cross, a former special agent, is eight months pregnant but hasn’t entirely left his high-stakes world behind. Despite his condition, he’s resourceful, quick on his feet, and fiercely protective of those he loves.

The city streets were eerily quiet, the only sound the faint hum of streetlights overhead. Damian leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, his breathing steady despite the weight of his large belly. His hand instinctively rested on the curve, as if reassuring both himself and the baby inside.

“Alright,” he muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes scanning the alleyway. “Just stay calm. We’ve done harder things than this.”

The crunch of footsteps echoed behind him, and Damian tensed. He pivoted slightly, catching sight of a shadow moving closer. Without hesitation, he darted around the corner, his movements calculated and smooth despite his changed body.

“You’re not getting away that easily!” a gruff voice shouted.

Damian smirked. “You’d be surprised.”

He navigated through the narrow alleys, his steps quick but deliberate. His free hand brushed against his belly, a silent promise to his unborn child. “Hang tight, little one. I’ve got this.”

Reaching an abandoned warehouse, Damian slipped inside, using the darkness to his advantage. He crouched behind a stack of crates, his hand on his belly as he caught his breath. The baby kicked, and he whispered, “Yeah, I know. Not exactly the relaxation you were hoping for. Just a bit longer.” He rubbed his belly