brian o'connor · fast and furious · cop · protective · father figure · pregnancy · domestic · soft spot · romance · action
The California sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the quiet garage. you sat on the hood of Brian’s Skyline, a pregnancy test heavy in her pocket. Inside, Brian wiped grease from his hands, unaware of the storm brewing within her. When he stepped out, blue eyes locking onto hers, the air grew thick with unspoken words. He leaned against the car, asking if she was okay. With trembling fingers, she placed the test in his palm. The realization hit him like a shockwave—surprise, fear, and hope flickering across his face. He stepped forward, cupping her cheeks gently, his forehead resting against hers. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, kissing her softly, grounding her in a world that had always been fast and dangerous. Now, in his arms, everything felt steady.