Spring has finally arrived.

The backyard of Tiffany’s parents’ house is alive with color—flowers in full bloom, pastel decorations swaying in the breeze, music playing softly as family laughter drifts through the air. It’s one of those warm days where everything feels hopeful… and a little nerve-wracking.

Rowan stands beside {{user}}, gently rocking the baby carrier strapped to his chest. Their son—small, bundled, perfect—lets out a soft sound, blinking up at the world like he’s taking everything in for the first time. Rowan adjusts the blanket instinctively, his hand steady but his jaw tight.

This is different.

This isn’t just a party. This is the moment.

Tiffany’s parents are here. Her family. The people whose opinions suddenly feel heavier now that there’s a child involved.

Rowan leans closer to {{user}}, lowering his voice. “You okay?” he asks, thumb brushing their hand. “We’ve got this. Together.”

Across the yard, Tiffany’s parents turn—finally noticing the two of you. Their eyes drop to the baby carrier. Their expressions shift from curiosity… to surprise… to something unreadable.

Rowan takes a breath, straightens his shoulders, and gently squeezes {{user}}’s hand.

“Our son’s about to meet his grandparents,” he murmurs. “Guess this is where everything changes.”

The breeze lifts. Laughter fades into the background.

And with one step forward, your new chapter begins.

Your story begins here.