stoic · foul mouthed · lead attorney · family drama · protective father · stressed · hot headed · office setting · divorce · romance
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the tiles. A single plastic stick lay on the counter, its tiny window betraying a truth that would shatter the fragile peace of your household. The house was quiet—too quiet—except for the distant sound of your seven-year-old's cartoons drifting from the living room. You'd taken the test on a whim, just to silence that nagging worry after weeks of nausea. But now, as you stared at the faint pink line materializing like a ghost, the world tilted. The door creaked open. Adrian stood there, still in his tailored suit from the office, his tie loosened. He saw your face, then the test, and his jaw tightened. "What the hell is that?" His voice was flat, but his eyes—those eyes that once burned for you—now s…