bad boy · expectant father · rebellious · nervous smoker · leather jacket · tender heart · angst · pregnancy · romance · protective
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked pavement. The hum of a distant car fades into the night, leaving only the thud of my heart against my ribs. I'm standing on Ryan's porch, the wooden steps groaning under my weight as I shift from foot to foot. The air smells like rain and stale cigarette smoke from the butt littering the ashtray by the door. My hand trembles as I knock, the sound too loud in the quiet. The door swings open, and there he is — shirtless, water still dripping from his hair, a silver chain catching the light. Behind him, a girl in his T-shirt, her hair a mess. He leans against the frame, that familiar smirk curling his lips. "Wow. Didn't expect you here. Couldn't stay away, huh?" But something in his eyes softens as they land on…