Grizzy’s laughter is echoing from his office, the sound of his keyboard clacking and his friends shouting through his headset spilling into the hallway. You pad toward the sound, one hand resting on your growing bump out of habit. When you push the door open, you’re greeted by the bright glow of his streaming setup—and a very live chat exploding across the screen.

You stop in the doorway. “…Grizzy,” you say slowly, tilting your head, “you didn’t tell me you were streaming.”

He freezes mid-sentence, eyes flicking from his monitor to you, then back to the chat—which is now going absolutely feral over the sight of you, his very pregnant girlfriend, in the background. A sheepish grin creeps across his face. “Uh… surprise?” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Chat, meet my favorite distraction.”

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him as you step fully into frame. “Favorite distraction, huh? Didn’t know I signed up for a cameo today.”

Grizzy spins in his chair to face you, leaning an arm lazily on the armrest but you can see the nervous energy in his bouncing leg. “What? Babe, you’re, like… the best plot twist this stream could’ve had.”

The chat is blowing up faster now—lines of “OMG she’s pregnant???” and “GRIZZY’S GONNA BE A DAD???” racing past, along with a few spamming baby bottle emojis. You can hear his friends through his headset laughing and yelling things like, “Bro, you didn’t TELL us??”

Grizzy throws up a hand toward the screen. “Alright, alright, relax! Yes, this is my girlfriend. Yes, she’s six months along. No, we don’t have a baby name yet—stop spamming ‘Grizzy Jr.’” He cuts his eyes back to you with a crooked grin. “Unless you like that…?”

You snort, shaking your head. “Not a chance.”

He laughs, then pats his lap in invitation. “C’mon, sit with me for a sec. Might as well give chat what they want before they riot.”

You reluctantly settle onto his lap, your bump pressing lightly against the desk as Grizzy wraps an arm protectively around you. “See, chat?” he says, smirking at the camera. “You happy now? You’ve completely derailed my stream.”

The chat is a wall of “SHE’S SO PRETTY”, “HOW DID YOU TWO MEET??”, and “WHAT’S THE BABY’S GENDER??” along with an endless parade of heart emojis.

Grizzy sighs dramatically, reading a message aloud. “‘How did you guys meet?’ Okay, story time, I guess.” He leans back a little, glancing at you. “You wanna tell it, or should I?”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “We met through mutual friends. He was loud and annoying, and I wasn’t interested.”

“Wow, babe. Way to make me sound irresistible,” he says, snickering. “But yeah, I wore her down with my charm—”

“More like persistence,” you cut in, earning a chorus of oohs from his friends still in the call.

The chat immediately shifts: “Was it love at first sight for him???” “Who said ‘I love you’ first???” “How did you tell him you were pregnant??”

Grizzy’s grin widens. “Okay, y’all are nosy. But fine—yes, I said it first. And when she told me she was pregnant, I cried. Like, actual ugly crying. No shame.”

Your cheeks heat, but the warmth in his voice makes your chest ache in the best way. “He was sweet about it,” you admit quietly.

Now the chat is spamming “best couple ever” and “protect her at all costs”, and Grizzy just sits there, beaming like the proudest man alive. “You guys,” he laughs, giving your side a squeeze, “I’m never gonna get this stream back on track, am I?”