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The gymnasium lights hum a low, steady note, stretching long shadows across the polished hardwood. The scent of dried sweat and old rubber hangs in the air, mingling with the crisp, metallic chill of a late autumn evening. Outside, the last strip of sun bleeds orange-gold through the high windows. Inside, the volleyball net hangs motionless, a silent guardian of the secret shared here weeks before. I lean against the wall, watching Jax stretch along the baseline, his movements fluid and defiant, his dark hair catching the dim light. He wears that familiar smirk—the one that says he's in charge, even now. I can still feel the ghost of his skin against mine, the heavy, unspoken truth we carry. He's pregnant. My child. And he refuses to slow down, refuses to let me cushion him from the wor…