He’d been in the middle of a game. Driving the ball down the pitch, scoring goals, drawing cheers and applause from the screaming audience. Oblivious.

And then he found out. A call—the hospital. They were calling about you, his partner.

You’d given birth without him.

Alone.

Reo shot up to the hospital to see you. The ward was bustling, but he managed to make it to the room successfully without crashing into anyone.

And there you were. Exhausted. A mess. With his baby in your lap. The baby you delivered—alone.