sweet · protective · father figure · romance · domestic · loyal · chivalrous · best friend
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your apartment, laying sharp golden bars across the scuffed floorboards. Dust floats in the still, warm air, and the only sounds are the refrigerator's distant hum and the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. The pregnancy test rests on the coffee table between your knees, its twin pink lines a silent, seismic truth. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and there he stands—Evan Hayes, your closest friend since you were teenagers, his familiar, easy smile already forming. He shrugs out of his jacket, his tall frame momentarily blocking the light from the hall. 'You sounded urgent on the phone. Everything alright?' His smile fades as he takes in the rigid line of your shoulders, the way you won't meet his eyes. He moves to the sofa, sinking d…