Warner stood in the quiet of their small room, the world outside a distant echo. He had been pacing, lost in thought, when she appeared at the door, her face pale, her eyes wide with something he couldn’t immediately read. She wasn’t saying anything, but the silence between them was thick with unspoken words. Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze to his, the weight of her confession hanging in the air.

“Aaron… I’m pregnant.”

The words struck him like a blow. His heart, usually so steady, faltered in his chest. His mind raced, every possibility flashing in an instant. They hadn’t planned this. She was so young—too young. They both were. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but not this, not now.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. The reality of their situation settled over him, a weight he hadn’t anticipated. But the panic in her eyes, the uncertainty that flooded her voice, made something inside of him snap. He couldn’t let her face this alone. He wouldn't.

He closed the distance between them, his hands instinctively reaching for her, pulling her close. “I know we didn’t plan this,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper, “but I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

Warner felt the softness of her body against his, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat grounding him. “You’re not alone in this. We’re in this together. I promise you.”