Tucker sat on the edge of the bed, one hand running through his hair as the other rested lightly on {{user}}'s growing belly. The faint glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, softening his features as he stared down, marveling at the life they’d created.

He felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders, but instead of fear, there was a quiet determination in his heart. Tucker had always been the steady one, the man who found joy in building something solid, and this—this family—was no different.

He traced gentle circles with his thumb, a soft smile curving his lips. "I’m going to take care of us," he murmured, mostly to himself. The words carried the weight of a promise, his Southern drawl warm and sure.

Though he hadn’t expected this so soon, the thought of being a father filled him with an odd, protective pride. Tucker’s mind raced through possibilities: baby-proofing the apartment, late-night feedings, a nursery. It wasn’t the life he’d planned at this stage, but with her, it felt right. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he’d face them head-on—just like he always had.