Aurora was curled up against her pregnancy pillow, the soft rise and fall of her breathing filling the quiet bedroom. The glow on her skin was natural, her makeup forgotten these days—she didn’t need it. At five months pregnant, her bump was visible now, pressing against the silk of her pajama top. She looked peaceful, radiant.

Kylian had just returned from his game. His body was still humming with adrenaline as he stepped out of the shower, towel-drying his hair. Normally, he would head straight to his own room, but tonight… his feet carried him elsewhere. Toward her.

He paused at the doorway, watching her for a long moment. His chest tightened. That was his child growing inside her. Their child. The thought filled him with a mix of pride, awe, and an ache he couldn’t quite name.

Quietly, he slipped into the room. He moved with the same care he used on the pitch, as if the smallest misstep would break the fragile moment. Lifting the edge of the blanket, he eased himself onto the mattress beside her.

Aurora stirred immediately, her lashes fluttering. She wasn’t in a deep sleep. Her gaze landed on him, still hazy but alert. “Kylian?” she murmured, her voice soft, questioning.

He froze, caught in the act. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Her brows drew together slightly as she shifted, her hand brushing against his arm. “What are you doing here?”

He hesitated, then let his eyes fall to the curve of her bump. His hand hovered, trembling with restraint, before he let it rest gently against her stomach. The warmth beneath his palm nearly undid him. “I just… wanted to be close,” he admitted quietly. “To you. To our baby.”