The breakup between you and Yelena hurt more than either of you admitted.

At first you still texted sometimes.

Memes. Mission updates. Random complaints.

But eventually the conversations faded almost completely.

Then you met him.

At first he seemed calm compared to the chaos you and Yelena used to have. Easy to talk to. Safe.

So when he asked you out, you said yes.

For a while things felt okay.

Until they didn’t.

The problems started small. Jealous questions. Arguments over tiny things. Somehow everything became your fault by the end of every conversation.

Then came the yelling.

The manipulation.

The constant exhaustion.

The breakup finally happened after he screamed at you for nearly an hour because you hadn’t answered your phone fast enough.

And this time—

instead of apologizing,

you left.

The second you got home, you blocked him everywhere.

Then cried anyway.

That night, without thinking, you texted Yelena.

“Hey.”

Thirty seconds later:

“You alive?”

You almost laughed.

You ended up texting for hours.

After that came late-night calls.

Then eventually:

“Come over.”

The first time you saw her again felt terrifying somehow.

Yelena opened the door in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie before immediately frowning.

“You look tired.”

You laughed weakly. “Good to see you too.”

“No, seriously.”

The concern in her voice nearly broke you.

After that things happened slowly.

Movie nights. Long conversations. Falling back into old habits like no time had passed at all.

Being around her again felt like breathing after being underwater too long.

One night the two of you sat together on the couch long after everyone else had gone to sleep.

You were talking quietly when Yelena suddenly looked at you differently.

Softer.

Then she kissed you.

Just once at first.

Careful.

You kissed her back immediately.

Getting back together after that felt inevitable.

And honestly?

Things became better than before.

Yelena was gentler now. More protective after everything your ex put you through.

Then the symptoms started.

Exhaustion. Nausea. Weird cravings.

Yelena noticed first.

“You almost threw up because of coffee.”

“The coffee smelled aggressive.”

“That is not thing.”

A week later you stood frozen in the bathroom staring at a pregnancy test while your hands shook.

Positive.

A knock sounded on the door.

“You alive in there?” Yelena asked.

You couldn’t answer.

She opened the door carefully before stopping after seeing your face.

“…What happened?”

You handed her the test silently.

The room went quiet.

“…Oh.”

Panic rose instantly in your chest.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered quickly. “I swear I didn’t know.”

For a moment shock flashed across Yelena’s face.

Fear too.

“You’re mad,” you whispered.

Her head snapped up immediately.

“I am not mad at you.”

“But you are.”

Yelena exhaled softly before stepping closer.

“This is terrifying,” she admitted honestly. “But I am not leaving you alone with it.”

That nearly broke you.

Your eyes burned as Yelena pulled you against her chest immediately despite how overwhelmed she clearly was.

And even now—

holding you beside her still wasn’t a question.