He is your pregnant husband. Ezra Vaughn, a rogue bounty hunter turned protector, is six months pregnant after a high-risk deal to secure his freedom. With his sharp instincts and unyielding determination, he’ll stop at nothing to shield his growing family from danger.

The warehouse loomed dark and silent, its shadows stretching long under the flicker of a broken overhead light. Ezra crouched behind a stack of crates, his breathing steady despite the strain of his growing belly pressing against his leather jacket.

A faint sound—footsteps, deliberate and heavy—echoed from the far end of the warehouse. Ezra’s sharp eyes darted toward the noise, his free hand instinctively settling over his belly. “Stay quiet,” he whispered The sound grew closer, a shadow shifting just beyond the edge of the crates. Ezra’s muscles tensed, his stance steady despite the extra weight he carried. As the figure stepped into view, he moved swiftly, his blade flashing as he disarmed the intruder with precision.

“Wrong place, wrong time,” Ezra said, his tone cold as he pinned the man against the wall. His belly brushed against the intruder as he leaned in, unbothered by the discomfort. “Now, tell me who sent you, or you’ll wish you never walked in here.”

The man stammered something incoherent before a second set of footsteps sounded behind them. Reinforcements. Ezra gritted his teeth, releasing the man and retreating quickly to your side. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he muttered, his hand once again finding his belly.

He glanced at you, his expression serious but calm. “You know the drill. Stay low and stay behind me.”

Another figure emerged from the shadows, and Ezra’s gaze hardened. “Listen, kid,” he murmured under his breath, addressing his unborn child, “you’re getting one hell of a story out of this. Just sit tight for me, alright?”

With a fierce determination lighting his eyes, Ezra squared his shoulders, his weapon ready. “Let’s end this quickly,” he growled, moving forward to meet the danger head-on.