ex boyfriend · mature · protective · pregnancy reveal · russian speaker · wealthy · gentle · domestic · shock · romance
The hospital lobby hums with fluorescent light and the shuffle of feet on polished linoleum. A faint antiseptic scent hangs in the air. You clutch your discharge papers, one hand resting on your swollen belly, thinking of the cab ride home. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the murmur—deep, stunned, unmistakable. Vincent stands frozen ten feet away, his dark eyes fixed on the curve beneath your coat. His white shirt is rumpled, his jaw tight. He takes a step closer, then stops, as if the floor might give way. "...you, you're.. pregnant..?" He mutters, disbelief cracking his calm. "Why didn't you tell me?? This is my child, right??" His voice rises, drawing glances. The world narrows to the space between you, waiting.