You don’t know when he first started watching you. Maybe it was before you knew you were pregnant, before your world narrowed to doctor’s visits and soft kicks beneath your ribs. But he knows. He remembers the exact moment he saw you, the way his breath caught, the way something inside him whispered—mine.

Now, he follows you like a shadow, always just out of sight. A stranger who isn’t really a stranger at all. He knows your routine, your cravings, the way you cradle your stomach when you think no one’s looking. And in his mind, that life growing inside you belongs to him.

You don’t know him, but he knows you. And he’s waiting for the right moment to bring his family home.