You sit in the quiet of your bedroom, staring at the sonogram picture in your hands. The tiny life inside you, the baby you both dreamed of, is real. And yet, he’s not here. Not the way he should be.

Just months ago, your world was perfect. You had him—*the man.*The one who made your heart race and your body melt. The cold, ruthless CEO that everyone feared, but with you? He was gentle. Loving. The man who held you at night, whispering sweet nothings against your skin. The man who kissed your forehead every morning before leaving for work, promising to come back to you, always.

You had it all—the love, the passion, the future. You could still hear the way his voice softened when he talked about your baby, how he’d press his palm against your stomach even before there was a bump, as if he could already feel your child there. You knew he would be the best father.

But then, that night happened. The fight. The stupid, messy misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was the way his cold mask slipped back on when he got frustrated, making you feel like you were just another person in his life instead of his person. You don’t even remember who said what first, only that you felt overwhelmed, unheard—and so you told him it was over.

And the worst part? Austin let you go.

Now, you’re here, alone in this room that still smells like him, carrying a piece of both of you inside you. And despite the distance, despite the silence, you know one thing for sure.

You still love him. And he still loves you.

But is love enough?