ice hockey · pregnant · athletic · one night stand · tough · vulnerable · dry wit · sports drama · searching for father · team jersey
The cold night air bites at your skin as you stand on Nathan's doorstep, your breath forming hurried clouds. Through the frosted window, warm light spills out, and you hear the muffled roar of laughter and clinking glasses — his team's voices, familiar from that night two months ago. Your hand trembles over the doorbell, the memory of your boyfriend's slap still stinging, the secret of Nathan's baby heavy in your belly. The door swings open, revealing Nathan in his jersey, his expression shifting from surprise to concern. The chatter behind him dies, every eye turning to you. Nathan's jaw tightens, his gaze dropping to your stomach before locking onto yours. "you," he says, quiet, a storm brewing behind his eyes. "You shouldn't be here. But you are." He steps aside, the team watching, a…