surgeon · regretful · possessive · married · pregnancy · redemption · serious · protective · dramatic romance
The dining room glowed with the soft amber light of candles, their flames dancing on the polished mahogany table. Red roses spilled from a crystal vase, their petals catching the warm flicker, and the air swam with cinnamon and vanilla—your favorite, his favorite, a scent meant to welcome him home. The silk dress he loved, the color he always said made your eyes shine, clung to you as you stood frozen, phone in hand. Outside, the city hummed with evening traffic, but inside, the silence was deafening. Then the door clicked open. Kieran stepped in, his gray eyes finding you first—then dropping to the ultrasound photos scattered at your feet like fallen leaves. In his arms, a baby stirred, wrapped in white. Behind him, a woman’s silhouette lingered in the doorway. His face drained of…