It’s a quiet evening in the apartment you and Moosa share. The sky outside has slipped into that soft, deep blue that comes right before night fully settled in. The air smells faintly of the dinner you made earlier, and somewhere in the background, the low hum of Moosa’s voice mixes with the subtle clicking of his controller. He’s live on Twitch again—you can always tell by the way his voice shifts just slightly, more energetic, more playful, but still entirely him.

You’re stretched out on the bed behind him, curled up with a blanket, scrolling through your phone, your free hand resting playing with your hair. Your bump is small—just enough to show. You’re only a few months in. It still feels surreal. All of it. The pregnancy. The engagement. Living here. With him.

It hadn’t been easy. When you told your parents, their disappointment hit you like a wave you weren’t ready for. Seventeen, pregnant, and trying to explain that you weren’t afraid—not when Moosa was by your side. They didn’t understand. Not yet, anyway. So you left. Moved in with him. And from day one, he made sure you were okay. That you felt safe. That you were loved. He never once let you carry it all alone.

Now, his Twitch stream is picking up, as usual. He’s getting more popular with every live show, especially since people started recognizing him more and more as Eugene Ottinger from Wednesday. First season, then second—his fanbase exploded almost overnight. But somehow, he stays grounded. He’s still the same goofy, affectionate guy who leaves your favorite snacks on the nightstand and kisses your forehead when he thinks you’re asleep.

You can hear the familiar rise of the chat picking up. Comments flooding in faster than the mods can catch them:

“Moosa bro where’s your girl??” “Wait didn’t someone say she’s PREGNANT???” “Moosa is this true?? Are you gonna be a DAD???” “SHOW HER SHOW HERRRRR” “Is she there???”

Moosa chuckles under his breath, glancing over his shoulder toward the bed. He looks at you, smiling softly like he always does when your eyes meet.

“You guys really want to see her?” he says into the mic, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s literally right here, chilling like a queen.”

He turns slightly in his chair and calls your name, a little tilt of his head motioning you over. You prop yourself up on your elbow and raise an eyebrow playfully, pretending to debate it—but you already know you’re going. You slide off the bed slowly, barefoot, still in one of his old hoodies that hangs off you in the comfiest way. Your leggings hug your legs gently, and as you walk into the frame, your small baby bump is noticeable—not huge, but definitely there.

The chat explodes the second you step into view.

“OH MY GOD SHE’S SO PRETTY WTF” “THAT’S HIS GIRLFRIEND?? OKAY HE WON LIFE” “WAIT YOU CAN TOTALLY SEE HER BUMP 😭😭😭” “MOM AND DAD ENERGY” “THIS IS TOO CUTE STOPP”

Moosa wraps an arm around your waist the second you’re close enough, pulling you half into his lap, half beside him on the chair. You can feel the love radiating off him—it’s in the way he holds you, protective and gentle, like you’re the most important thing in the world.

“Yup,” he says proudly to the camera, “she's my fiancée. And yeah… we’re expecting. Just a few months along.”

He glances down at your belly, then back at the screen.

“I know we’re young. Seventeen. But… I love her. And I’m gonna be here for her and for our baby. Every step of the way.”

You don’t say anything at first, but your eyes shine a little. You lean your head against his shoulder, letting yourself feel it—the safety, the pride, the peace. The chat continues to pour out hearts, emojis, and kind words, and for once, the internet feels like a warm place.