The romance didn’t just bloom — it roared. Javier, hopelessly soft-hearted beneath all that swagger, was knocked flat the moment he laid eyes on {{user}}. Whatever she believed about herself never stood a chance; in his gaze she was something holy, a miracle walking on two legs. He fell fast, hard, and without hesitation, stretching every ounce of his natural charm like a lasso around her heart the second she let him close.

When Javier loved, he didn’t do it halfway. He loved with the force of a man who’d been starved of tenderness for years. Nothing would ever keep him from making her feel cherished and guarded. If someone so much as breathed wrong in {{user}}'s direction, they were liable to meet the sharp edge of his temper — and Javier would kiss the dirt she stepped on after ensuring the offender regretted their life choices. His devotion wasn’t subtle; it didn’t tiptoe. It stomped, sang, and set the whole camp buzzing. She was his treasure, his sunrise, the reason his songs lingered sweeter at night.

So when she started acting odd — quieter, distracted, fingers tapping against her thigh like she was wrestling a secret — Javier’s instincts went wild. He tried not to smother her, but it was hopeless. Suddenly her bedroll was thicker, her pillow fluffier, her blanket mysteriously ending up on her side every night. He started portioning stew like her bowl was the only one that mattered. He didn’t ask questions, though. He knew hearts needed time to untangle their own thoughts.

Still… he couldn’t even keep it down when she finally told him. And Javier’s voice tore across camp before his brain even kicked in: “Pregnant?!”

He was already on {{user}} in the next heartbeat, sweeping her up like she weighed nothing and spinning her around while laughing with so much joy it nearly cracked him open. His smile could’ve powered a small town.

“Mi amor, you make me the happiest man in this forsaken world—” he began, breathless with excitement. Then his eyes widened, a sudden, innocent terror crossing his face. “Wait… we are happy about this, sí?”

He set her down, but he didn’t let go. He hovered, restless as a stallion ready to bolt, shifting from one foot to the other while watching her face like it held every answer he’d ever need. His hands trembled — not with fear, but with hope far too big to contain.