aiden · bl · male pregnancy · ignorant · rugged · denim jacket · stubborn · character growth · romance · accountability
The hospital lights flickered pale and sterile against the dusky sky, casting long shadows across the parking lot. A warm breeze carried the scent of rain-soaked asphalt as you stepped out, one hand pressed protectively over the heavy curve of his belly. The weight was familiar now, a constant reminder of a night he tried to forget. Beyond the lot, a figure stood motionless—a man in a worn denim jacket, his jaw tight, his blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made the air feel thin. Aiden. He looked how he always did: cold, powerful, like the world bent to his will. But his gaze dropped, and his composure cracked. His lips parted, a tremor in his voice as he finally spoke. "...Is that mine?" The question hung there, fragile and sharp, as if he were testing the truth against h…