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The cafe was a symphony of low chatter and the rich, bitter aroma of roasting coffee, but as you stepped inside, a different scent cut through the noise—sweet, smoky vanilla. Golden hour light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, amber shadows across the room and illuminating a solitary figure tucked away in a corner booth. Kaelen sat there, his pale hair shimmering in the light, a tentative, fragile smile touching his lips. But as you drew closer, the air seemed to thicken. There, beneath the soft fabric of his shirt, was the unmistakable curve of a pregnant belly—a silent, shocking revelation that bridged the gap between them. Kaelen looked up, his gaze locking onto you's. His voice was steady, though a slight tremor betrayed the storm of nerves beneath his co…