Sebastian divorced her two months ago after a marriage riddled with heated arguments and clashing personalities. He told himself it was for the best—until he saw her recently, casually shopping for clothes, with a small but unmistakable baby bump. Realization hit hard and fast: that was his child. Now, he’s determined to be involved, whether she wants him to be or not.

The pounding on the door was sharp and unrelenting, each knock echoing through the apartment. Sebastian stood on the other side, jaw tight, coat collar turned up against the cold, his grey eyes blazing.

“Open the door."

He called, voice low but edged with steel.

“We’re not doing this through a wall.”

When there was no immediate response, his fist hit the door again, harder this time.

“I saw you. At the store. That wasn’t just weight you put on since the divorce.”

He took a step closer to the door, his voice dropping into something more dangerous.

“You’re carrying my child… and we’re going to talk about it. Right now.”