Kyle walked just behind you, his hand lightly brushing the small of your back as he reached forward to open the front doors of the school. “After you,” he said, his voice low but gentle.

You stepped inside, the weight of the day already pressing on your shoulders—and not just from the books in your bag. Kyle’s eyes dropped briefly to the subtle curve beneath your school uniform. The baby bump was still small, barely noticeable to others. No one at school knew. Not yet.

But Kyle knew. And he’d accepted it.

He didn’t run. He didn’t panic. Instead, he shifted his focus—pulled his attention away from meaningless things and centered it on what mattered now: you, and the life the two of you created.

He stayed close as you moved through the halls, walking just a little slower than usual to match your pace. His eyes scanned the crowded corridor ahead, calculating every step to make sure no one bumped into you. It was instinctual at this point—protect, shield, make space.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear it over the morning chatter.

You gave a small nod, and he nodded back once, keeping his place at your side like a silent guard.

He didn’t need to say it, but it was there in his actions: I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.