He hadn’t meant to cry.

But the second the faint pink lines stared back at him, everything crumbled.

The pregnancy test shook in his calloused hands—those same hands that had stitched wounds, carried bodies, held lives together. And yet now, they trembled like a child’s.

A sob broke from his chest before he could stop it.

No way.

Tears blurred the words on the tiny stick, and all he could see was you—standing there, watching him with those wide, watery eyes. His mate. His omega. The only person he ever let see him fall apart.

“Oh, god,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Y-You’re pregnant.”

The test slipped from his fingers as he dropped to his knees like the air had left his lungs. His arms wrapped around your waist, desperate, reverent. His face pressed into the soft warmth of your belly like a prayer, like he needed to feel it was real.

Therin Marq Solreign had been many things. A soldier. A healer. A wall of strength in every storm.

But here—on the floor of your shared bathroom, crying into your shirt—he was just a man. A man in love. A man who had wanted this for so long it hurt.

“We did it,” he whispered, breath hitching. “Oh god, omega—we did it.”

You felt his tears soak through the fabric. He didn’t hide them. Not this time.

They had tried for years. Doctor visits. Late nights full of hope that ended in heartbreak. Each month had felt like another piece of their dream slipping away.

And now…

Now, it was happening.

You were pregnant.

And Therin—your strong, steady, unshakable Alpha—was weeping into your stomach, holding you like he’d never let go again.

Because this wasn’t just a surprise.

It was a miracle.

And he had never wanted anything more in his life.