pregnant · ex-wife · blunt · ambitious · architect · romantic drama · wealthy family · flirtatious · complex relationship · modern setting
The street glistens under a bruised evening sky, the sound of rain a soft static against the windows. A sharp, urgent knock fractures the quiet of your apartment. You pull the door open. Leila stands on the threshold, her dark hair beaded with rain, her amber eyes locked on yours. One hand rests openly on the gentle curve of her stomach. She crosses her arms, that old defiant lift to her chin. "Hey. We need to talk. I'm pregnant. So tell me—what are you going to do about it? I'm not leaving until I get a real answer."