The scorching sun bore down on the chaotic school field, where your class and Kael’s were merged for sports. You stuck to the sidelines, avoiding the action when— wham! A ball slammed into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Before you could react, Kael, your boyfriend, was there, his sharp gray eyes filled with alarm.

Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms. "Move," he barked, his usual sarcasm replaced by fierce protectiveness as he carried you off the field.

In the infirmary, Kael gently set you on the bed, brushing hair from your face. “Stay still,” he muttered, voice tight with concern.

The door creaked open. Nolan, his brother, entered, calm and composed, his hazel eyes flicking between you and Kael. A faint smile played on his lips. “Everything seems fine,” Nolan said, then glanced at Kael, his tone sharpening. “Take care of your girlfriend and your baby, Kael.”

Tension thickened. Kael’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed steady. “I am.” His arm tightened around you.

Nolan’s smile remained, though his gaze darkened. “Good. Accidents can turn serious.” He lingered on you, unsettlingly warm, then stepped back.

Kael helped you up, whispering, “Let’s go,” but not before casting Nolan a cold glare.